Snow, snow, go away/Mini Memory

I am not a fan of snow. I don't ski; I don't like to slide around; I don't like the grey skies, and I especially don't like to be cold. It looks nice. The beauty of a day where the sun shines on clean, sparkling snow is unique. Fresh snow tastes good. It was even fascinating today to watch the big flakes floating down. But snow is a symbol for winter and I just don't like winter. It speaks to me of hibernation and death, things slowing down and stopping, COLD. Let someone else praise the snow. I'll think tropical.

Snow reminds me of December 2006. My mother died right before Christmas. While we were going through this, the Fed-Ex delivery man slipped on my front walk, which I had been unable to clear entirely. The fear of a lawsuit was, of course, in my mind, especially since the man's wife came to our door while I was away, hoping my insurance company would help, since Carlos couldn't work and workman's comp was minimal. Michael talked me into taking the food left at my mother's house to the family. Because of timing and workman's comp issues, Carlos had to wait a week before surgery and the casting of his leg. This was not going to be a good Christmas for his family. I'm so glad we went to meet these very nice people. Everyone is not litigious. People can even be kind to each other in trying circumstances.

I still hate snow.