Snowquestered Psyche

Winter wants to stay in Maryland this year. That sounds like it’s been horrible, right? And yet, except for some early storms in the western mountains, the rest of us only saw a few inches for a few days at Christmas. I’ll bet a lot of folks in the Midwest and New England would trade places with us in a heartbeat.

But it’s been cold and gray most days, and we’ve rarely had two consecutive days of sunshine. How people in the Pacific Northwest handle that every winter is beyond me. When the calendar turned to March, most of us were looking forward to temperatures in the 50s and 60s and more sunshine as the days grow longer.

Winter stuck around this past week in the form of Snowquester. Sorry, Weather Channel, but your latest attempt to dramatize the weather by naming winter storms doesn’t impress many of us around DC.  Hmm, maybe dramatize isn’t a dramatic enough word these days. Maybe meteorologists would prefer to “dramaticize” the weather. But I digress. Back to named storms.

Gandalf? Q? Rocky? Saturn? Please. I live in the land of Snowmageddon and Snowpocalypse. This year, our first (and likely last) storm is Snowquester. For those of you lucky enough to be puzzled by this term, it’s a play on the latest US political game of domestic brinksmanship referring to the state of “sequestration” in our federal budget.

The forecast for our area was 10 to 12 inches of heavy, wet snow. The kind that brings down trees and power lines. The kind that sends us out to stockpile candles, bottled water, and foods that need no cooking or refrigeration because our power companies are rated at the bottom of the scale for quality and service.

We lucked out. We woke up on Wednesday to a wet dusting rather than the predicted 3 inches of overnight snow.

When I left for my 10 o’clock dentist’s appointment, we had just over an inch on the ground. Big, wet flakes were falling, but nothing approaching serious conditions. The roads were slushy, and to my surprise, the other drivers were being cautious—a rare sight in these parts.

At noon, we had some huge flakes falling, and some snow was sticking to the sidewalks and streets. Emphasis on some.

And then the rest of the day (and evening) was light flurries and then rain.

Snowquester arrived in my part of Maryland following a feverish flurry of frightening forecasts. It left leaving limited, lackluster levels of leaden slush.

I’m hoping this was winter’s last gasp around here. We’re supposed to reach 60 this weekend, and I’ve got my fingers crossed. I’m ready to lose the Seasonal Affective Disorder for another year. This is the worst it’s been since moving to Maryland in 2005, and my outlook and writing have suffered as a result. There have been days when I’ve considered giving up on the WIPs and writing in general. Maybe warmer temperatures and more sunshine will help.

Basically, this is a wandering, long-winded way of saying I had no inspiration for today’s post. I’ll try for something more entertaining next Saturday. But first, I should get to work on Meghan’s story for Tuesday. Now where did that girl get to?

To close on a fun note, I’d like to share the poem Rilla Z wrote in response to last Saturday’s “More Fun With Search Terms Post.” I could not have been so clever!

When I grow up, I want to be forensical,
Rather than be active and calisthenical.
I’d rather probe dead bones,
Than move these living ones;
So, when I’m old, I’ll be grumpy and phrenetical.

Have a great weekend!

65 thoughts on “Snowquestered Psyche

  1. Hey, I’m glad SOMEONE wants to stay in Maryland! Please don’t take offense. Making fun of things is a compulsion for me.
    I hope it’s gotten warmer since this writing (work is keeping me very busy right now, so I’m late on everything). It has snowed where I live twice in my lifetime, but only once was I here for the snow. It didn’t stick. However, it’s been unseasonably cold (40s/50s) until the last couple of days. It’s also been super-foggy, but I like that. And take comfort in the knowledge that your spring will undoubtedly be more pleasant (albeit more humid) than my own.

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    • Eh, it warmed up for a couple of days with some sun, but now we’re back to cold and gray. That’s what has been hardest this winter. I could handle the cold if I had more sun. But mix it with constant clouds, and I’m not a fun person to be around. Next winter I think I should invest in one of those light boxes. “Connie” said she has one and it helps.

      It’s snowed only twice in your lifetime where you are? Whoa. I can’t say that about any of the places I’ve lived! Unless you count summers spent in Honduras and Mexico as living there….

      You’re right—spring will get here someday. It just might be followed the next by summer….

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