Why you hatin' Jen? That's mean...
Well yes. But I have a very good reason. I did not sign up for snow.
Wait. What? You moved to Switzerland. From Minnesota. What is the matter with you?
Many things. However, that is not the point. When we were looking for houses I SPECIFICALLY ASKED about snowfall amounts. The lovely relocation lady said that there will be more in the mountains, maybe a meter by the school, but really just a dusting to about an inch down by the lake, and that it will melt quickly. Because of this, I put our snow boots in the sea shipment. Don't really need them right? And I left our very nice snow shovels at home. Don't really need them right? WRONG!!!!
This was 7:45 a.m. this morning. Yes, I know they are a little dark/blue. I am still trying to figure out my new Samsung phone. And it is very beautiful. And not very cold. But. That is not a dusting. That is more like 4-5 inches of snow. And that is after we had 2 inches on Sunday, which melted; 2 on Saturday, which also melted; and several days throughout the week where 1 - 2 inches fell and melted by the end of the day. And Friday night was a gawd-awful mess!
But Jen, It. Is. Winter. Yes, I know. But I don't do winter. Yes, that is odd and crazy for someone who considers Minnesota homebase and just moved to Switzerland where people learn to ski before they learn to walk.Well, what I should say is that I like winter. I like snow. I don't mind the cold (reasonable cold temps, not those crazy negative numbers). From inside my house. My favorite winter sport? Hibernating. Yes, that is right. Hibernating like a bear. And drinking hot chocolate, but I don't think bears do that. Unless they are the Chicago Bears, then maybe they do. And possibly Yogi Bear or Booboo. But I don't recall an episode where either was drinking hot chocolate. I do not ski. Well with the exception of once. On a converted trash dump in Brighton, Michigan where I tried to ski and ended up hitting my face on my ski pole and popping out my front tooth. Will I try it again? Yes, I am in Switzerland after all. I am not that crazy. But I will try it next year. Maybe I should ask Santa for a mouth guard for Christmas?
9:30 a.m. (Better picture before the clouds took over the mountain again.)
What I also mean is I like winter. If I am prepared for it. With like boots. And gloves. And scarves. I have all of that. In my sea shipment. My poor children have to trudge to the bus stop through this in gym shoes and semi-hiking boots. My husband took the train today because there was no way he could get the car up the hill to the highway - no snow tires on the rental. I drove him the five blocks to the station because he does not have winter work shoes here. Well actually, I don't think he has them at all. There was a very nice bat cave he used to park in back in the States and didn't need them. And I then could not get back into the driveway. Not even with pushing. My son had to clear a path, with his feet, to help me get up a small speed-bump sized lip in my driveway. I am not a great driver, but I should be able to get over a small speed bump.
Seriously, Liar, liar pants on fire people! I am still looking for this micro climate everyone told me about and I told everyone else about. Heck, there are palm trees not 4 miles down the road along the lake! Uumm, snow and palm trees do not mesh! It is in the dictionary if you don't believe me! Do I like Switzerland? Yes, who wouldn't? It is like living in an Epcot village. Will I head out today? Yes, in my Nikes to hit the grocery store for tonight's dinner. Will I enjoy it? When I get back and wrap up my feet in thick chenille socks and slippers to warm them back up.
Seriously though. I listened so I am not prepared. My bad?
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