I guess all my bragging about the warm New Mexican weather triggered karma into effect because it has snowed. Behold my view yesterday morning:
When the weatherman predicts snow in Roswell, we don’t believe it. Six inches? HA! But snow it did, perhaps not six inches, but enough to bless the children with a snow day and cause me much distress because my exercise class was cancelled (how can I cope without Zumba?) Today school was cancelled again, and I have to admit, the roads were not ideal for driving….not because there’s that much snow, but because we have no ability to clear it off the road. This is what a relatively busy residential street looked like all day yesterday:
Not exactly plowed, eh? Today, where the sun did not melt patches to expose asphalt, the streets just became giant blocks of ice. I said a lot of “I love you’s” to my CRV and showered it with steering wheel kisses because it drove me safely around town.
The weather gods claimed today’s high would be 16 degrees, but I have to say, it felt like a Hanover 40 degrees. I don’t know what that means, other than IT’S SO MUCH WARMER HERE, THANK GOD. (I think I have the sunshine to thank for that. Unlike New England, where seeing the sun means “holy crap, it just got colder,” seeing the sun here is a good thing.) The fact that I wasn’t cold when I walked to my car in zero degree weather–literally zero degrees!–wearing only two layers on underneath my jacket and no hat or leggings, means that it’s not nearly as cold as New Hampshire was in November.
By the way, did you notice I said jacket? I got to wear my down jacket in Roswell without looking like a freak! And my snow clogs finally got to achieve their purpose in life! So exciting!
I do have to say, though, that I am irritated by the weather. I’m not irritated that it snowed; that part’s kind of exciting. I’m just sad that it snowed this week. I have a race on Saturday morning, followed by a tennis tournament, and this is how I predict it will transpire: snow and ice will persist until tomorrow, and then they will conveniently melt making both the race and the tournament possible–possible, but EXTREMELY UNPLEASANT. It’s going to be single digit weather and I will freeze, especially at 8 a.m. I hate running in the cold! It’s not like I can wear a down jacket, twelve layers, and snow clogs while jogging. And playing tennis–mixed doubles, which is horrifying to me for so many reasons–is going to be awful because of:
1. frozen hands
2. the balls bouncing differently in the cold
3. less cardio required, since it’s doubles, meaning I will turn into a popsicle
My dad and I feel that we have the power to control weather so that the most inconvenient weather scenarios happen for us, and this incident proves to be no different. But I have to say, Holly (my tennis friend) has it worse. She ordered demo racquets because she’s looking to buy a new one, and they just arrived yesterday. She has them for just one week, and since we don’t have indoor courts here, the only time she’ll get to test them out is at the tournament. With numb fingers. Because it’s supposed to snow again Monday and Tuesday.
However…
Sunshine and 60-70 degrees by the end of next week.
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