While you might be up to your eyeballs in snow right now, we’re up to our eyeballs in blossom.
What seem to be pretty scraggly nondescript street trees for most of the year burst forth at the end of summer.
So pretty! So much sneezing!
as close as we’ll ever get to snow in this neighbourhood
Oh, right, the sneezing! Yes, the great outdoors is always going to get you, somehow.
Snow, btw, is not magical. Are you old enough to remember defrosting a freezer? It’s like living inside that very frosty freezer. Very cold. Once walked on, snow packs down to ice. Very slippery. It gets dirty, from cars and road dirt and dogs peeing on it. Terribly prosaic. But maybe we could arrange a Trading Lives swap and you could experience snow while I pop antihistamines and get warm. For extra fun, we could try to do each other’s jobs. How do you feel about teaching Beowulf?
I am indeed old enough to remember defrosting the freezer (those scraping sounds! shudder!). I’ve been watching a bunch of snowy youtube videos recently – they really gloss over those less pleasant aspects!
I fear if we traded lives I’d definitely bring a … ermmm … fresh … perspective to Beowulf and you would quickly be imprisoned for murdering my boss.
My goodness! Well, I’m sure that would drive the ratings up—from Trading Lives to Police Procedural Drama! If your boss is the sort of person who uses words like “impactful” and “synergistic opportunities” and “alright,” then you might even be right about my impulses . . .