Snow?? REALLY??

I put on my woolly red sweater to ward off the 45 degree chill.  Is it going to rain, I asked my husband the weather junkie.  Not till later, he said.  I tossed my finally-fits-almost leather jacket in the backseat, just in case.

A sprinkle tagged my windshield.  Oh, well.  I was only headed for Corry, a small city about 40 miles from my hometown.  By the time I got to Behrend Campus, three miles away, big drops splattered my window.  By the thruway, another three miles, it was raining slush.  By Findley Lake, about fifteen miles from home, it was a full-fledged white-out of a snowstorm.  Temperatures had dropped to 33.

Now in this chimney of Pennsylvania, you can take scenic route 426 to Corry, as I usually do.  426 takes you into New York State for a few miles, then back into PA.  Yes, it sounds crazy.  The entire time I was in New York, it snowed.  Big, wet flakes, mostly melting on the warmer ground, but still snow.  I turned up the heat as high as it would go.  I longed for my pink fur jacket, safely packed away until next November.

You know I have been griping about Punxy Phil's Groundhog Day prediction of an early spring.  Yesterday was National Pot Day.  I think Phil may have started smoking his joints back in January.  I hear groundhog stew is pretty good.

Anyway, it snowed the entire time I was in New York countryside.  Funny, as soon as I saw the WELCOME TO PENNSYLVANIA sign, it stopped.  Just like that, the road was dry.  Not a flake.  The gauge in my car said 35, 37, 38 degrees.  By the time I reached the Walmart parking lot, it was a balmy 40.  The sun tried to peek through.

My mind of late has been much like our weather.  Sun to rain, rain to snow, snow to sunshine.  I've lived long enough to know better than to try to understand.

This Easter I have a lot to be sad about, a lot more to make me happy.  My wants are only wants, not needs.  Our day-to-day necessities are being met, if a little light or a little late.  Any kind of part-time work will stretch unemployment (if I end up that way) almost to my retirement.  My health isn't great, but I can still get around fine.  My hair will grow back.  I will let Punxy Phil live on.

My biggest gripe today is snow.  It is April 22 and snow. REALLY??