Well, not in Mondoville, but back in my old Kentucky home (that’s catchy — someone should write a song!), there’s at least 4 inches on the ground, and more is forecast. I told my students that if I were back there and still in high school, I’d have the day off.

Many of my fellow Mondovillians like to gloat at moments like these — perhaps not so much today, which is cool and rainy here, but usually. I am not among those folks. For one thing, we pay for such hubris in the summer, when the combined heat and humidity create a general ambience of “the inside of Tarzan’s loincloth.” But to tell you the truth, I miss what I think of as real winter, of the sorts I experienced in Kentucky and Indiana.

I don’t miss shoveling snow, particularly as I’m of an age and physical condition known as “just begging for an infarction.” Of course, given that I spent a little time yesterday dragging bales of dead leaves up to the street for disposal, it may be six of one and half a dozen of t’other. But I miss the look and sound of snow, and the muffled sound of the world after it falls, and I even miss bitter cold, which has always made me feel more alive, perhaps in a Jack London kind of way.

So, to my friends back in Kentucky, know that despite the hassles you’re dealing with today, I’m maybe a little bit jealous. And to my friends here in Mondoville, it’s nice to know the stores have plenty of bread, milk, and toilet paper.


About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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