tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847698.post113326073474804859..comments2011-03-28T15:30:02.238-05:00Comments on room for rambling: On Advent and Vancouver's first snowThe Hippie Triathletehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06760936617653772856noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847698.post-1133422539661116232005-12-01T02:35:00.000-05:002005-12-01T02:35:00.000-05:00While reading your post, I found myself missing wh...While reading your post, I found myself missing what was the bane of my existence the past 25 years. (Okay, it wasn't really the <I>bane</I> of my existence, but a little hyperbole is okay right?) Seriously though, this line:<BR/><BR/><B>"Snow is the cheeriest member of the precipitation family. Rain--the melancholic teenager, sleet--the attention starved sibling."</B> <BR/><BR/>is perfect. (I'm curious, how would you describe 'corn snow'?) I can honestly say that I like snow, but only if I quickly qualify that claim with: "for certain things." I like it for skiing, sledding, playing snow football, and even just going for a walk in; I hate snow for the shoveling, the poor driving conditions, and I even hate snow for the fact that coldness is a prerequisite of its sticking around. <BR/><BR/>I think that if I lived somewhere that got no snow whatsoever, I'd make more trips to the mountains, but as it is, come spring time, I've had enough of the snow and I'm ready for the heat. <BR/><BR/>So that is way longer than I expected, but those are MY thoughts on snow...*shudder*.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com