Because, snow happened.

Snow on my deck

The first snowfall of the season hit by surprise early Monday morning, and we were in the Valley. It was something of a shock to drive back up the mountain and see the signs that said “chains required.” I wasn’t expecting snow. The weather widget on my iPhone clearly said “rain” and not “freezing white stuff that will screw up your entire morning and ruin your reputation in town as a level headed individual who copes well with adversity.”

My thought process kind of went like this:

“Really? Snow? No way. What do they mean the pass is closed? No no, I’m sure they are joking. There’s no snow. I don’t need chains! Surely you jest…”

This, friends, is the “denial” stage.

“There is no snow. Obviously the weather guy is a moron. [ed note: this was at about 2500 feet] I see no snow. They lie. It’s a joke. It’s October. It was sunny yesterday. Everything will be fine. Please just let me get home and I’ll never be unprepared again. I promise.”

Some of those playing along with the home game might recognize “bargaining” when they see it.

“SHUT UP, BIG LIT UP SIGN I JUST PASSED THAT SAYS CHAINS ARE REQUIRED. SHUT UP AM TRAFFIC RADIO THAT SAYS THERE IS SNOW. GO HOME. YOU ARE DRUNK. THERE IS NO SNOW. THE SNOW IS A LIE. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. IT IS FINE. LA LA LA.”

Back to denial.

At about 4000 feet, a car drove past me and it had snow all over it. Then there was another car with snow on it, and then another. Like it is no big deal. OH LA, MY CAR IS COVERED IN SNOW. It’s like that website, Stuff On My Cat, except, Snow On Cars. This is about when I began leaving irate messages on the Captain’s phone. Not that he could help, being on a train somewhere around Bakersfield, but I’ve always felt that sharing is important in a relationship.

I began to have visions of the cats, freezing to death in the cabin, or worse, starving without their breakfasts. Would I come home to find them making like a tiny feline Donner Party? What if they were cold? What if their fur coats were insufficient? No one was home to light the stove for them! What were they thinking about all of this nonsense, being fat LA housecats with no previous experience of winter? Everyone was going to need extra Stress Stopper for sure.

With all of this going through my mind, I descended on the local ACE hardware and proceeded to get mildly dramatic (I know, it’s a shock). They sent me to the coffee shop while they dug the chains out of the back, and told me to come back in an hour. Probably because they didn’t want to hear any more dire theories about the fate of my cats.

Did y’all know that tire chains come in sizes? Which makes sense, given that tires come in sizes, but I definitely had a “Who knew?” moment about that one.

Tire chains are also really expensive.

Oh and to make it all extra fun, I don’t actually know how to put chains ON the car yet. The Captain was going to show me later since it’s not supposed to snow till December and we thought had plenty of time for learning snow skills. In the end, I couldn’t actually get the damn things on the car. ย Being a brave sort, I opted to wing it, because HOW BAD CAN IT BE?

Now I know how bad it can be. Now I know why they say “If the car starts sliding, just stop messing with the wheel and DON’T HIT THE BRAKES.” There is nothing like hands on experience, nothing quite like sliding sideways off the road, to teach you why DON’T HIT THE BRAKES is important. There were alsoย Adventures In Getting The Car Unstuck. Those adventures included swearing. The car was fine. It wasn’t actually very stuck, once the snow melted a bit.

Bonnie is baffled by snow

The cats were completely baffled by the change in their exterior environment, however, they rallied quickly and found a way to handle it.

Charly deals with snow

Because this week was all about Xtreme Snow Adventures, I tried shoveling snow, next. The novelty and adventure lasted about as long as it took to clear off my front walk, before an overwhelming wave of “Fuck This, I Am Over It. I Am Going To Go Inside And Bake Brownies Instead.” kicked in.

Why have all the sturdy, rosy-cheeked teenagers grown up and moved out, now that I need them for strategic snow shoveling purposes?

Bird Feeders In Snow

The part of me that’s been living in Los Angeles for 18 years keeps saying, “No, no really. This FREAK WEATHER will go away and it will be sunny and warm again! This white stuff falling from the sky is an aberration! This can’t be normal!” even though the logical part of me knows it is perfectly normal and we will get snow a lot this winter and that’s why I bought boots and a purple jacket.

Next week, a treatise on Pine Needles and Why Do They Keep Falling Into The Yard I Just Raked? Also: Spiders Hibernate In Firewood And Other Reasons Why We Need A Sheltered OUTDOOR Woodbox.

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About Maia Rainwood

Owner and Maker at Maia Rainwood Design. Wearable art for wise women, birth keepers, witches, and world-builders.
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6 Responses to Because, snow happened.

  1. artisticrite says:

    And que the squirrels!

  2. artisticrite says:

    Reblogged this on Artistic Rite and commented:
    Because we all wonder what a radical paradigm shift looks like…..
    May I present Rain and her adventures in Moutain-womanliness.

  3. Oh darlin’. Lol!! I feel for you. Even though I live in a place where winter weather lasts 5-6 months, I hate it. My anxiety soars at the Possibility of having drive in it, shovel it, clean up the perpetual mess it makes because – well – little kids. I’m glad your sliding adventure was relatively mild. Love you, sweetheart.

  4. Marilyn says:

    Smiling and glad you are tucked safely at home with chai and brownies.

  5. Holly H-B says:

    Kind of funny that snow found you there before it found me here! ๐Ÿ™‚

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