In Ohio, many people seemed to take the cold, snowy winters – which were nothing compared to those experienced by the North Woods, of course – as a sort of personal assault. They griped about the cold and complained about shoveling their driveways. In northern Wisconsin, though, at least among the people I interact with on a daily basis, cold, snowy weather is cause for celebration. What makes people angry is an untimely thaw.
Our temperatures this week have been climbing into the mid-thirties (that’s just a bit above freezing, for you metric system smartypants) and our precipitation has been that horrible stuff the weather channel calls “wintry mix” – intermittent rain, sleet, and wet sticky snow, turning what had been a lovely white blanket into a slippery, slushy mess. After too much time dealing with my end-of-the-semester to-do list, I finally dragged myself out into the woods this afternoon only to find myself getting rained on and almost sliding down hillsides as I attempted to walk through the slush. Urgh. Not too mention it’s dark and gloomy outside all day long.
This morning I turned in my last class assignment for my first semester of graduate school. One down, three to go. By this time next week I’ll be somewhere warm visiting family, and I can only hope that by the time I return to Wisconsin in January this ridiculous thaw business will be long over with.