Mamacita says: The sun is shining and it’s a beautiful winter day, but the forecast is for heavy snowfall, starting in a few hours. This is Southern Indiana, where the weather changes on a dime; plus, it just FEELS like potential snow.
The thing is, I love snow, as long as I don’t have to go somewhere in it. I also worry about my students, for whom Monday is the first day of a new semester, because I know many of them, even though they’ll be driving in from every direction, will try to get to campus if class isn’t called off, which by all logical rights, it should be, but, you know, college. Good students are always concerned about missing class. When they call or email me about unplowed roads and sheets of ice, I tell them to stay home, with full attendance points. Those who stay home during bad weather without contacting me are no doubt doing the right thing, but without the attendance points.
1. Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery. — Bill Watterson
2. Snow and adolescence are the only problems that disappear if you ignore them long enough. — Earl Wilson
3. Cats are smarter than dogs. You can’t get eight cats to pull a sled through snow. — Jeff Valdez
4. Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, “I’m going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that’s tough. I am going to snow anyway. — Maya Angelou
5. The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? -–J.B. Priestley
6. In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them. — Yevgeny Yevtushenko
7. Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into, the mind. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
8. The future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show. — Unknown
9. The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love. — Margaret Atwood
10. The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches. — e.e. cummings
11. A snowflake is one of God’s most fragile creations, but look what they can do when they stick together! –Author Unknown
12. Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep. — Ludwig Wittgenstein
13. Few things are as democratic as a snowstorm. — Bern Williams
14. The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball. — Doug Larson
15. Each snowflake in an avalanche pleads not guilty. –Voltaire
16. They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it? — Jeanette Winterson
17. You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake… This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
-– Chuck Palahniuk
18. It’s a pity one can’t imagine what one can’t compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow. — Vladimir Nabokov
19. I seemed to vow to myself that some day I would go to the region of ice and snow and go on and on till I came to one of the poles of the earth, the end of the axis upon which this great round ball turns. — Ernest Shackleton
20. When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I’ll know I’m growing old. — Lady Bird Johnson
21. Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
22. The snow falls, each flake in its appropriate place. — Zen saying
23. Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem. — William Hamilton Gibson
24. A little snow, tumbled about, anon becomes a mountain. — William Shakespeare
25. I think we are bound to, and by, nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there’s a snowstorm or drought, we know our fate is tied to the world around us. — Alice Hoffman
26. “It’s snowing still,” said Eeyore gloomily. “So it is.” “And freezing.” “Is it?” “Yes,” said Eeyore. “However,” he said, brightening up a little, “we haven’t had an earthquake lately.” –A.A. Milne
27. When you live in Texas, every single time you see snow it’s magical. — Pamela Ribon
28. Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. –From the movie An Affair to Remember
29. Everything is equal in the snow: all trees, all lawns, all streets, all rooftops, all cars. Everything is white, white, white, as far as you can see. Covered by snow, the well-kept and neglected lawns look the same. The snow hides the shiny newness of a just-bought car as effectively as it does the rust and dents of a ten-year-old one. Everything looks clean and fresh and unmarred by time or use. Snow, like the silent death it counterfeits, is a great leveler. — Adrienne Ivey
30. Let every man shovel out his own snow and the whole city will be passable. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
31. This dirty puddle used to be pure snow. I walk by it with respect. – Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
32. Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. – Victor Hugo
33. Surely as cometh the Winter, I know
There are Spring violets under the snow. — R. H. Newell
34. Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours.” — Robert Byrne
35. February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer. — Shirley Jackson
36. There seems to be so much more winter than we need this year. — Kathleen Norris
37. Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand-and melting like a snowflake… — Francis Bacon
38. Snowflakes, like people, are all different and beautiful, but they can be a nuisance when they lose their identity in a mob. — Unknown
39. Lives are snowflakes – forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There’s not a chance you’d mistake one for another, after a minute’s close in. . . . — Neil Gaiman
40. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand … and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late. — Marie Beynon Ray
41. Patty: “Try to catch snowflakes on your tongue. It’s fun.”
Linus Van Pelt: “Mmm. Needs sugar.”
Lucy Van Pelt: “It’s too early. I never eat December snowflakes. I always wait until January.”
Linus Van Pelt: “They sure look ripe to me.” –from A Charlie Brown Christmas
42. Frosty’s not gone for good. You see, he was made out of Christmas snow and Christmas snow can never disappear completely. It sometimes goes away for almost a year at a time and takes the form of spring and summer rain. But you can bet your boots that when a good, jolly December wind kisses it, it will turn into Christmas snow all over again. — from Frosty the Snowman
43. What’s this? There’s white things in the air! What’s this? I can’t believe my eyes, I must be dreaming. . . from Nightmare Before Christmas
44. We are not powerless specks of dust drifting around in the wind, blown by random destiny. We are, each of us, like beautiful snowflakes unique, and born for a specific reason and purpose. — Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
45. I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops. — Nikki Giovanni
46. Snowflakes, leaves, humans, plants, raindrops, stars, molecules, microscopic entities all come in communities. The singular cannot in reality exist. — — Paula Gunn
47. A snowdrift is a beautiful thing – if it doesn’t lie across the path you have to 
shovel or block the road that leads to your destination — Hal Borland
48. Nothing sets a person up more than having something turn out just the way it’s supposed to be, like falling into a Swiss snowdrift and seeing a big dog come up with a little cask of brandy round its neck. — Claud Cockburn
49. We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt. — Sir Walter Scott
50. He had read somewhere that the Eskimos had over two hundred words for snow, without which their conversation would probably have got very monotonous. So they would distinguish between thin snow and thick snow, light snow and heavy snow, sludgy snow, brittle snow, snow that came in flurries, snow that came in drifts, snow that came in on the bottom of your neighbour’s boots all over your nice clean igloo floor, the snows of winter, the snows of spring, the snows you remember from your childhood that were so much better than any of your modern snow, fine snow, feathery snow, hill snow, valley snow, snow that falls in the morning, snow that falls at night, snow that falls all of a sudden just when you were going out fishing, and snow that despite all your efforts to train them, the huskies have pissed on. — Douglas Adams
51. Over the roar of the wind she heard a crackle and snap behind her. She hugged the ground tighter and turned her head. It was one of the posts around the haystack that the wind had snapped off where it went into the ground. The wires were still attached to it, but the wind whipped it high in the murky air, held it there playfully though it quivered like a live thing, and then slapped it back toward the ground. Yes, and the wind would have been just as impervious if it had been a live thing it tossed up and down in the air. . . . that was the bone-chilling thing – the uncaringness of the elements. To the brutal wind Stacy Belford was nothing more than the fence post it had snapped in two. She was at the mercy of a faceless enemy, incapable of mercy. ” . . .”The wind didn’t know or care about me, not any more than a haystack – or the fence post. . .” “I know, I know. I remember when I first felt that way about a blizzard – that it would just as soon freeze me stiff as a board as it would a sack of potatoes.” . . . “And the stars kept right on shining up in the sky. . . I always thought stars were friendly. . . .” — Lenora Mattingly Weber
52. Snow provokes responses that reach right back into childhood. — Andy Goldsworthy
53. The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing only. — Joseph Wood Krutch
54, One of the very best reasons for having children is to be reminded of the incomparable joys of a snow day. — Susan Orlean
55. Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people’s legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world. — Sarah Addison Allen
56. . . .there’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special, even though you know you’re not. ― Carol Rifka Brunt
57. I think a lot of snowflakes are alike…and I think a lot of people are alike too. ― Bret Easton Ellis
58. That awful moment when you don’t see your school’s name scrolling across the bottom of the news after a giant snow storm. . . . — Unknown
59. Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand. — Henry David Thoreau
60. To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color, is like living in Alaska and being against snow. — William Faulkner
61. . . . the snowman was wearing a better coat than Katie had ever had. She 
stifled a sob and staggered on. . . . — Caroline Cooney, What Child Is This
And so I wait for the wind to pick up, the sunshine to fade, the grey clouds to move in, and the snow to begin. The grocery store shelves are already stripped bare and the aisles are full of last-minute whiny people in shock because the milk and hamburger are all gone.
Come on, snow. SNOW. It’s winter, and it’s your time to shine. You don’t want to miss your cue and end up on stage in April, do you? Well, no offense, but I really don’t want to see you then. I want to see you NOW. Let nature’s wild rumpus begin. I bought milk and bread and toilet paper and hamburger yesterday. I’m ready.
Mamacita says: The first day of 2014 finds us looking out at a green lawn with very confused crocus bulbs a few inches below, wondering if maybe they should take a chance and peek up and bloom a little early. I’ve seen crocuses in January and February before, but not very often. My advice to the spring bulbs is to wait a bit longer; the forecast for the coming week is snow. If the tulips and crocuses are blooming, I want to see them. This is Indiana, so I’ve seen crocuses bravely peeking up through the snow. I’m a little confused, too, because New Year’s Day is winter, and the world should look like winter, not spring. Ah, well, it’s Indiana; I just need to wait a few hours. . . .
to explain it to Sally Albright, but his explanation was more desperation than fact. Robert Burns could be like that. Remember, you’ve quoted a line from his poem about a louse crawling on a woman’s hair all your adult life: “O wad some Power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as ithers see us!” (You do NOT need that translated, right?) I thought not.
For auld lang syne (For the days of long ago)
Mamacita says: Have you ever wondered what teachers talk about in the lounge?
24. “No pass, no play. Tell your player’s father we’re not backing down.”
make better choices. So back off.
Mamacita says: Another Christmas has come and is almost gone, except for those people who use December 25 simply as an excuse to actually do the things they only think about doing the other 364 days; Christmas for these people is every day. It’s just that we act on the feelings Christmas instills in us in a larger way, instead of the more subtle way we do these same things the other days of the year. Which is a very awkward sentence, mixing tenses and persons and leaving parallel structure out in the cold.
And your little dog, too.
Mamacita says: I love these days leading up to Christmas more than any other time of the year. I love the planning. I love the baking. I love the making lists and checking them twice. I love the shopping, which I actually do all year long. I love Amazon Prime, which gives me free 2-day shipping. I love wrapping the boxes and decorating them with ribbons and glittery things. I love the Christmas music blasting (at 11, of course) from Spotify and iTunes and plain old cd’s. I love getting out and using the Christmas plates and bowls and glasses. I love making my house look like a Christmas card. I love welcoming people into my home and sharing everything I have with them. I love watching Christmas movies, which I’m doing tomorrow afternoon, in fact; welcome to my Dickens’ A Christmas Carol marathon. I know the book by heart, thanks to my father (Daddy, what’s a doornail and how can it be dead?) and I’m quite critical of any movie version that takes too many liberties.
Mamacita says: Let’s talk about Christmas. I consider it the crown: the end of the year, the thing that makes winter endurable. Remember, Narnia was nothing but ice, snow, and bone-chilling cold while the White Witch ruled it. “Always winter and never Christmas” is still one of the scariest descriptions I’ve ever heard.
Grinches will get no attention from me, except the smirk and snark when they turn their backs. I expect the same consideration (until I turn my back) from them. And if they’re nice and do what’s right, nobody will ever know they’re Grinch-y. I’m sorry for their children, though.