NewlyNested: Missing Out on the Blizzard of 2010
a blogumn by Debra Goykhman
This week I have been a schizophrenic when it came to writing this blog. My mind has bounced from discussing my doggies bad house manners (in our new home), my new Cole Haan addiction, and perhaps even daring to share some healthy cookies that I love. Even though those things have raced through my mind over the last couple of weeks, the real topic that hasn’t left my Southern Californian home is the snowfall that my family has endured back east.
This week my mother sent me her first text message. I was so proud of her for finally being able to text (my mom has been scared of technology all her life). To this day she still refuses to hook up her work computer to the internet. The occasion for this text message was a picture of my parents back deck, covered in feet upon feet of snow. Coming from Pittsburgh, PA, snow is not a big deal, but blizzards are rare.
When I first signed on to Facebook after the blizzard and saw all of my old friends posting their snowy pictures I was a bit sad. I kind of wished I could have been there to see the snowfall. I have fond memories of my first blizzard—the blizzard of ’93. I remember that great feeling of having an excuse to stay in, eat comfort food, and watch an endless amount of movies. I even remember walking my maltese dog in the snow and having her fall in a big mound that had formed from shoveling (funnily enough, my husband also has memories of walking his dog in the aftermath of the blizzard too).
Now, the current blizzard, which could arguably be worse than the ’93 blizzard, has my family buzzing. My in-laws didn’t work for days and my parents were so concerned about their back deck that they actually had to pay someone to scoop the snow off so it wouldn’t collapse under the weight. With those kind of things rattling out of my families mouths it reminded me of all the aftermath of a a beautiful snow fall—the flooding from the snow melting, the black sludge all over the place, and the black ice at night when the damp pavement gets too cold. Those things go on for weeks. Thinking of that makes me wonder why everyone hasn’t moved to the West coast. Anyone else snowed in out there?