Before I leave for work, and unless I get a fire call, I am mostly oblivious to what’s going on outside. Certainly, by the amount of light sneaking through my thin curtains covering my patio door I can tell if it’s sunny or cloudy. Outside of that, I don’t really look and I don’t really care. The weather is the weather, and when I’m inside, it has little to no impact on my life.
When I climbed into my truck for the daily commute to Brantford, there wasn’t much going on outside. It was cloudy. It looked like it wanted to rain. Then it did. No big deal. But the closer I got to Brantford the heavier the rain got. Not heavy in the sense that it was pouring. Heavy as in density. Th rain was becoming wet snow. I was, to say the least, unimpressed.
Because I love Christmas, and have been counting down the days to it on my show since August, people have developed a bit of a misconception about me. Allow me to clarify. Yes… I love Christmas. No… I do not love snow. In fact, I have very little tolerance for snow or cold. I can appreciate a newly fallen blanket of snow for the beautiful imagery that it provides while undisturbed. But, after I’ve appreciated it, I just want it to melt and go away.
Since this afternoons wet flurry activity was technically the first of the season, I had to acknowledge it on the air. So, during the 3P hour, I played clips of various snow themed songs. Then I posted the video below on our Facebook page at http://facebook.com/fm921.
At this moment, there is a windchill making it feel like -9C and wet flurries are in the forecast. And so it begins…
