From a me-me-me PoV, I don't like snow during the work day. You can't really decide not to travel, and you end up with more snow packing and less snow clearing.

Which is one big reason I left.

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I do feel bad for people who have to drive places in any kind of bad weather. I've never lived anywhere you had to drive to get around, so I forget.

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We have no snow. We do have heavy fog at the moment.

...you're not impressed, are you?

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Fog is just scary. At least snow has the potential for fun.

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From a me-me-me PoV, I don't like snow during the work day. You can't really decide not to travel, and you end up with more snow packing and less snow clearing.

Oh, yeah. The first winter Scott and I were married (married in Oct.'94) was a tremendously snowy winter around here. We rented a teeny-tiny apartment, and had to park on the street, so our car always got plowed in. We were on the public transit lines (or close enough to), but we were also only about 4 miles from work, and it took so much longer to get to work on public transit, because of where our office was, so we drove. Getting to work was a bitch, and a lot of times, by the time we came home, we'd have to re-shovel out our spot. There was an enormous snow pile we watched all Winter and Spring, near where we used to have lunch. I think the last traces of it disappeared in early May.

The winter Ben was born (Jan. '96) was a really snowy one, too, but I didn't care, because I was so sleep deprived. I just didn't go out until March.

Julia and Ben are a little angry at me, because I've told them that even if school isn't closed tomorrow, I may not send them. I have no reason, except for: Because I'm the mother. That's why. And you know what? I don't care, because I'm the mother. That's why.

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Ugh, Cindy. The winter of '94-'95 was awful. I was going to school at UConn in snow central, and getting around campus was hell that year. The winter of '96 was also awful--I was about to graduate, and we got a snowstorm in early May. It was so depressing. I actually had to wear layers to stay warm outside on the way to Commencement.

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do you use the white, or the red? I've only ever made my own (white--although I do usually use canned clams). The Progresso sauce has called to me from the market shelves, but I'm always afraid to try it. Does it need any doctoring or is it good to go, from the can?

I use white. It needs a little bit of salt and pepper and add taragon and parmesan.

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Fog is just scary. At least snow has the potential for fun.

I love the fog.

AND...fog eats snow.

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I do like the fog too. The best fog was London fog -- I had to walk down a street that was cemetery on one side, crematorium on the other, and on a foggy night, all you could see on the one side was high walls, and the other was gravestones in the near distance, and hovering lights in the far. Beautiful.

Fog here is scary, but in a fun way. Crossing a pass can be just a matter of trust, that reality continues on the other side. It's just so sudden. And there's a portion of the 405 where the fog creeps, instead of being a wall. I have no idea what's on the other side, what's leaking out, but I'm curious.

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The thing that frustrates me about fog is that I know there's a beautiful sunny day out there if only I were a thousand feet higher. Taking the freeway north is an exercise in frustration sometimes; there are three ridges, and you'll be popping out into the sun and then dropping back down into gloom on a regular basis. So sad.

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