Do you want to build a snowman?

 

I actually enjoy building a virtual snowman better than a real snowman.  You don't get cold and wet. You don't discover dog poop clinging to your giant snowball as you roll it (or yellow snow), and it doesn't mess up your front yard when the rest of the snow has melted. 

I'm not a real snow fan overall. Oh, it looks nice on Christmas Eve and maybe Christmas, but the rest of the time I feel like Jack in The Shining trapped in my house typing "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."  BTW, I read The Shining for the first time when I was staying at a friend's grandparent's cabin in the mountains above Boise, Idaho around Idaho City. We all got snowed in so it was kind of freaky reading the book at the same time. We were only snowed in for a few days and then we escaped by leaving early in the morning when the snowy roads were more frozen over. But my old 1973 red Toyota Celica got run off the road by a snow plow which then pulled us out of the snow but bent the stabilizing bar under the car (which I didn't even know the car had). That cost me a few pennies to repair. Which is especially ironic now that pennies are no longer minted thanks to the Trump.

It snowed more in Idaho when I was growing up than it does in the Seattle area.  And we were about an hour away from Bogus Basin Ski Resort where I learned how to ski one miserable week after Christmas.  I had old surplus ski boots that didn't fit well and my feet froze every day.  I learned to ski the GLM way (graduated length method). You started on real short ski's that were easier to turn and you worked your way up to longer skis.  I learned to ski, but I never learned to like to ski...or to like the snow.

I stopped skiing when I left Boise.  And I learned to hate snow more living in Seattle. Everything in Seattle is on a hill and no one knows how to drive in it. When I started working for a public transit agency, I also did a stint as a media relations person on a rotating basis and when it snowed I often got called at 3 or 4 a.m. to call radio stations and tell them all of the buses were on snow schedules. That pretty much locked in my hate of snow. 

I pretended to like snow when my kids were little because they seemed to enjoy playing in it and like a good father I had to seem to enjoy playing in it with them. But I still detested it.

Oh well, it rarely snows here. It just rains non stop for months at a time. Don't get me started. I'm not overly fond of the rain, either.