The first time I went to Texas, they had the worst snow storm in about thirty years. Snowflakes the size of your fist falling at a blinding rate. For being the Iowans we were, you would think that it would be no big deal. One thing you don’t factor in is that this is Texas. When it snows like this, even the folks who are in charge with keeping the roads clear even have a hell of a time dealing with all the whiteness. Shamrock, Texas. We were on our way to Lubbock, but that’s as far as we could get. Yes, it was winter time, but the southwest shouldn’t get that way.
Now I move to B.C. and all sorts of snow goodness is happening. It snowed in the downtown area today, which is a rarity actually. More so, the ski slopes stayed virtually closed in the immediate area last year because there was little to no snowfall to speak of. For those keeping score, you need snow to go skiing, so the slopes called it off last year. Fast forward to the beginning of November this year and the local mountains are opening the earliest they have in nearly thirty years. By the way, did I mentioned it snowed in the downtown area today?
These things follow me. It’s almost like I’m cursed, but I can’t complain. I do love the snow. I’m actually quite sad that the snow melted off within minutes of showing up on the ground(a very common occurrence during the times that it does snow in Vancouver). This dumb luck that trails me is another story. Be it strange conversations with strange people, mistaken identities, or getting a bellini spilled into my lap at Earl’s over on Robson just last week, these things happen to me. Maybe it’s luck. Maybe it’s fate. I just cannot deny that these things happen, and they happen far too often.