As you may have noticed from my last post, the snow began on Monday. Though I am overall very displeased with this development, there are two silver linings for me. First, I spent all of Monday running around Fairbanks with Rosalind getting all of our yearly checkups done. The snow started only after we got home for the night. Second, at this point in the year, it’s better if just goes ahead and gets cold enough to snow instead of rain. Rain turns to ice.
Speaking of ice! That first snow came on a still warm couple of days. The next morning was a mess as people first tried to get reacquainted with snow driving, and then realized too late that this was a nice Southern snow. There is no good way to drive in a Southern snow (read: ice). The news reported 29 car accidents on Tuesday. At least two of those were two different vehicles sliding into a Trooper’s truck that was stopped helping the wreck that had already occurred in that spot. And 29 probably isn’t the real number either. I have no doubt that a number of people slid right off the road, bumped up against something or other, and then just climbed back up on the road and went on about their day. I’m sure some people even bumped gently enough into each other to just call it a day and move on without reporting. I know that I did one of those fun little slides to the shoulder of the road in my brand new baby Bluebaru, but we escaped our slide without any bumps or catastrophe.
This is why when Sergio told me that it was only 15 degrees outside this morning, I replied, “Oh, that’s good. That’s much better.” Stupid Alaska. Making me appreciate colder temperatures. Gross.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate driving in the snow? Yes? Many times, you say? Well, I still hate it.
Oh! Afterthought! Those yearly checkups I mentioned all started with my need for an eye appointment. I’ve been getting headaches almost daily along with very noticeable eye fatigue, especially in my right eye. I went to the doc the very first day I could according to insurance. I was convinced I needed bifocals, or maybe even something more nefarious was happening. Turns out that for the very first time in my entire life, my eyesight improved in one eye. Improved!!! I would say that I think they just over-diagnosed me last time, but that doesn’t explain why this has only been a problem for the last two months or so. So at this rate, perhaps I’ll reach my pre-third grade levels of seeing by around the age of 67. That’s how it works, right? It’ll just keep improving? Glad I hadn’t bothered to invest in Lasik yet.