Hello, Earthlings! It is December…I think 8th as I’m recording this, and it’s frickin’ ♪ SNOWIIIIIIIIIING! ♪
♪ SNOOOWWWWWW! ♪
♪ I love snow, but it’s frickin’ cold and don’t know where my GLOOOVES AAARE! ♪
When it comes to winter, I’m a little bit of a Lorelai Gilmore, from Gilmore Girls. I inexplicably love the snow. Perhaps it is because I was born in the month of December. So, you know, all the wintery things —the
holidays, the carols, the snow—they’re things I love.
Unfortunately, when I was a kid, when I finally got my first toboggan of my own so I wouldn’t have to borrow my cousin’s sleds anymore…the timing was not the best. And it stopped snowing here, for a long time. And we never had, I guess, GREAT snows? But, you know, it was enough. And then it just stopped for a while, and now it’s such a…a rare thing, that I love it!
Since becoming an adult, I have definitely come across a lot of times when snow is not the greatest. For instance, when you are literally walking
uphill both ways to and from work, and you’re walking TO in the dark, in the snow, in the morning before dawn, it’s just—it’s just, it’s not—it’s not fun!
But! I still love it. I still love it. It’s beautiful. I love the smell of it, I love seeing it fall, I love seeing it stick! Which is rare, but, you know, I still—I just love it.
You know who doesn’t love it? The goats. The goats, I don’t think know what to do about this. What do you think, goats? What do you think of all this?
She is not impressed.
There are a lot of east coasters here right now, laughing at the fact that school was announced as being two hours delayed last night, and—and we’re all freaking out about, obviously, such very little snow. I mean, look at this! It’s already stopping! It’s already stopping.
And admittedly, you know, that’s not how it was when I was a kid, either. I had to listen to the radio in the morning, and cross my fingers and go, “Please say my school’s name! “Please say my school’s name! Cancel school! I don’t care how little snow there is, just cancel school!” Because, I mean, why wouldn’t I wish for that? I was a kid.
I’m a little sad, now. It’s very clearly slowed down. It’s not coming down a lot anymore, and it should probably all melt come the afternoon, but…I’m gonna enjoy it while it lasts. See it falling, smell it’s smell! I don’t get this very often. Not here on THIS farm. Usually I have to be somewhere else.
Seems to be coming to a close for now.
HA HA, THERE’S MORE! IT’S NOT STOPPING! YEEESSSS!
The chickens are not pleased with the state of the weather at all. They do not want to be out in it. In Gilmore Girls, Lorelai thought of the snow as a present just to her, in spite of obviously knowing how weather works. And I kind of feel the same way. Snow would fall close enough to my birthday that I’d always kind of consider it a birthday present. And that’s true this year, too! This feels like a frickin’ birthday present!
JEWELL: It—it should.
JEWELL: It should! It’s snowing! It never snows!
JEWELL: School got cancelled.
JEWELL: This morning. Like, last night there like, “Oh by the way, it’s probably gonna be a two hour late start.” And then Dad wakes me up at nine and he’s like, “So! Last night they told me a two hour late start. This morning, they called; no school.”
JEWELL: Hi, puppy!
ADAM: Hi, Shadow! Shadow’s like, “What is this white stuff? I don’t know! Oh my God!”
JEWELL: She keeps forgetting, because it never happens. And then when it does she’s like, “Wait, what is this?”
ADAM AND JEWELL: ♪ SNOOOOWWWW! ♪
JEWELL; The goats are so confused!
[ ♫ MUSIC OF ICY AWE AND WONDER PLAYS ♫ ]
[ ♫ MAGICAL MUSIC SOFTENS ♫ ]
Until next time, I’m Adam the Alien. I hope your winter is filled with whatever
weather you like. Fare thee well!