OK, Winter, I've had enough of you this year. You certainly have a right to visit and, frankly, I do enjoy the changes of season New Jersey offers. But, to be frank, you are overstaying your welcome.
Bad enough you keep dropping snow on us. Not as much as New England, mind you, so I can't really complain too much, but enough to be annoying, especially since it seems to be every week. 4. 5. 6 inches at a time, now sitting in layers with ice down underneath somewhere.
Here's the deal. Usually you give us a respite. Days and nights of moderating temperatures break up the monotony of frozen tundra. The sun's nice this time of year when it's cold out. There's enough solar energy there to melt the more annoying snow and ice, leaving bare surfaces to ease the eyes.
But you don't think that's fair, apparently. Everytime the bare earth shows its face, you cover it back up. And speaking of cold? Don't you think you're overdoing it this year? Huh?
Do I need to be reminded every day by the weather people to bundle up for fear of frostbite. Do I need to be warned over and over that the cold can be deadly? Do I need to keep holding my breath because the next round of frigid air will be coating the roads and walkways again with snow? Does every Arctic low have to visit?
Well, at least it's New Jersey. We are, at least, fairly well prepared to deal with your tantrums. The snow plow guys are pretty efficient. Our houses are insulated and most of us have warm winter coats to wear. I mean, we do expect winter to show up eventually.
This year, once again, you decided on some vacation time down further south where people just aren't ready for your visit. And, on the way, you keep dropping off snow squalls and below zero digits here.
I'm going to be honest, here. I'm not going to miss you when you're gone. I know the groundhogs seemed to agree you had six weeks left on your lease, but if there's any way you can move along a lot sooner, I'd really appreciate it.
Go home. Your friends in the Arctic miss you.