Saturday night I listened to the radio list the thousands of people still without power in the Hudson Valley and cringed.
Here I’d been whining about our short-lived stint spent camping as a family in our bedroom and the lack of sleep that comes of trying to share a bed with a 4-year-old who seems to move as much in her dreams as she does in the day.
The inconveniences of a week of snow have been put in perspective several times over this week.
A friend posted silly pictures of her two daughters, gleeful grins plastered on their faces as they hid in a tunnel in the snow, slid down the hills and played with neighbors.
We had to put up with housebound days, but they got that, noted one commenter.
The snow stinks.
I’m the first one to hide in my house rather than drive with said 4-year-old jabbering away in the backseat while I try to concentrate on the road in front of me.
But the county’s move to declare a state of emergency, the move by many businesses to up and close, should be looked at not as an inconvenience but good old-fashioned common sense.
I couldn’t help but wonder as I read (yes, on Facebook), the number of people heading into work on Friday morning, what they expected to do.
Yes, there were jobs that had to be reached – babies don’t wait to be born until after the snow stops, prisoners don’t sit around calmly without their corrections officers.
But by and large, when you get more than two feet of snow (we did), you don’t need to go out and do your banking right this very moment, get your hair done this second.
Who, exactly, did they expect to be there?
We live in the northeast, and with that the expectation that snow will come. But while we have to be ready for it, can’t let it rule our lives, there comes a time when we have to throw our hands up and admit it: we’re human, and mother nature just whipped our butts.
It’s inconvenient to put things off.
It’s a pain in the tuchas to reschedule.
But sometimes inconveniences carry silver linings. Especially when it keeps someone else out of a snow bank.
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