Snow is beautiful. Especially before Christmas; after Christmas, I'm sick of it. But, it's a wonderful thing to see it frosting the Rocky Mountains. It's so Christmas-y. And it's good for our Colorado economy. The skiiers, especially my eldest son (who is so avid, he has a patent pending for a snowboard design), are undoubtedly ecstatic at the snow that is being dumped on the trails. Every weekend.
That's the problem. Why can't it snow during the week?? When we don't need to get up there?
We've been trying for two weeks now to get over to the western slope in order to properly clean the house over there before we close on it on the 19th. We also have to get the all-important playground equipment we left in the backyard. So, we'll be pulling a trailer behind the truck. Which we really don't want to do in bad road conditions. Because, unfortunately, that beautiful, ski-friendly snow often makes the highways look like this:
I don't know what we're going to do! I'm just envisioning us sliding down from Eisenhower Tunnel (which is waaay up there) with the children's two-story jungle gym fishtailing behind us... Yikes!
Well, we have one more weekend to go after this one...
Is it a silly thing to pray for the whole weather pattern of the United States be altered for my convenience?