White Christmas, New Year’s and Probably Easter, Too

It was late arriving and delivered somewhat less than promised, but the great Storm of 2009 will still go down in the record books. Little Connecticut experienced a bit of everything. The shoreline got hammered with 22 inches of snow and whiteout conditions. The northwest corner, which normally gets lake-effect snow from Lake Ontario and the fallout from the Berkshires, had to settle for one to two inches. Here in the center, we had about 10, which was more than enough, especially since the wind blew the stuff into drifts twice that deep. It was eerie to wake up at 6 a.m. Sunday to absolute dead silence outside: no newspaper deliveries, no folks making early morning runs for coffee, not even a snow plow for several hours.

Usually at this time of year it takes the snow a while to stick. This time we’d had temps in the teens and twenties, so as soon as the flakes hit any surface it was covered. Even the blacktop turned white almost instantly since there hadn’t been any sun to warm things up for some time. Plus the air was dry so we had those little bitty flakes that don’t melt on contact the way the big clumpy ones do.

I ran out early Saturday because I discovered I had no Christmas cards. There were lots of cars at the mall but not that many shoppers – and even fewer people with actual purchases in their hands.

The grocery store was another story. If Isis hadn’t needed dry food I never would have ventured anywhere near it. I had to make my own parking space because the lot was full. Inside the store the lines snaked around and doubled back on themselves. Everyone was pretty calm until they realized the woman in the self-scan line had no clue how to check out her groceries. When I arrived the woman in front of me in line said she’d been waiting 20 minutes. I think that may have been a bit of an exaggeration but not by much. Finally with three people helping, the novice was on her way and the line moved.

Our neighbor went to the store a few hours later and told Larry he’d never seen such pushing and shoving. “It was amazing to watch the Christians,” he said.

It is now time for me to venture out to the store again but I’m hoping everyone is still eating all the bread and milk and eggs they bought on Saturday. Have never been able to figure out why they buy big things of milk which will only spoil if the power goes off. Of course with this storm it was cold enough to use Mother Nature’s great refrigerator on the lawn. Update: The place was crowded but people were civil and I managed to get in and out in less than an hour and that included looking for things that I still can’t find since they remodeled the store months ago.

This weekend’s weather may have had something to do with the fact that New York ranked last in the happiness index with Connecticut next in line. SADD could be a factor, but California also ranks low in happiness. My own personal view is that the best-educated, most intelligent people occupy the least happy states. (Michigan, New Jersey, and Indiana are up there with us on the unhappiness scale.)

The correlation between depression and intelligence dates back at least to Ernest Hemingway. And has been frequently noted. This post makes the point especially well and supports my view that the radical right’s claim that conservatives are happier is probably true. They’re too oblivious to know better.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: