I’ve done it. I’ve found the silver lining in all this abominable winter weather we’ve been having.
Last Wednesday, as I arrived in the office for a long overdue appointment with the eye doctor, the weather provided a coping mechanism for what usually is the most painful aspect of those types of trips.
No, I’m not talking about the waiting, or the eye drops, or the blue light that creeps ever closer to your eye or even the fear that one wrong answer when the doctor asks, “Which is better: one or two?” will cause your whole prescription to be thrown out of whack.
I’m talking about the small talk.
The weather, as dreadful as it is, provided just enough verbal ammo to get through the requisite couple minutes of conversation that takes place in between the various stops around the office.
Yes, I would have sacrificed the mild December if I knew this would be the reward.
No, the roads weren’t too terrible on the way in.
Yes, please God, let this be the last of it.
It is much? No. Does it make up for the headaches given to school administrators and parents as the storms have thrown a wrench into school calendars? Certainly not, but it’s better than nothing, I guess.
With March on the horizon, hopefully all of this is in the rearview mirror, but I’ll believe that when I see it. Not even some overhyped rodent can change my mind on that.