Anyone who knows me knows that I am a big fan of Winter. It’s long been my favorite season for its stark beauty, comfortably cold temperatures, and lack of buzzing insects. It’s usually around this time that most people are really fucking sick of the cold, snow, and ice, though, so I have to keep my praises mum for fear of getting hissed at by those who are weary of the troubles that Winter brings.
I get it. I work outside in this stuff. My husband does too. It’s not fun, but it’s not as bad as it could be, you know. It wasn’t too long ago that in certain parts of the country, once Winter set in, everything stopped. Your whole year was orchestrated around planning for Winter. Making sure you had enough food and firewood. Making sure your shelter could withstand the temper of the frost giants. The whole holiday season was based around the turn of the Winter Solstice in which the passing of the longest, darkest night was marked as a transition towards Spring, and so the cycle continued.
Modern folks? Ain’t nobody got time for that. It takes a truly epic storm to shut down an area and even then, we’re back to work quickly. One of the reasons this is possible is because of that evil disgusting socialist plot called “public works”. Part of our state and local taxes go to pay people who are willing to go out into the night in frigid temperatures and drive these mammoth trucks with plows attached to the front that clear the roads of snow and lay down salt to help melt the ice left in its wake. Because of these folks, you and I get to go to work and do our daily business not long after a winter storm. Nice, eh? And while some of us might relish in a snow day, for a lot of us, our bills don’t take snow days. I can’t pay my heating bill in snowballs, right?
Today’s gratitude goes to those awesome plow truck drivers and the people who coordinate to help clear roads during and following wintry weather. You keep us working, and you keep the roads as safe as possible for travel. I’d also like to extend my thanks to utility workers who are out in the bitter cold working to restore power to those who have lost it. I don’t think these folks get thanked enough.