Now that Florida has had snowfall, this year marks a point where every state has had snowfall in the winter.
Yes, Hawai’i gets snow every year on the mountains of the Big Island. They even have a ski resort.
Having been stationed in the South multiple times in my career, I can only wince in sympathy for any Northerners who might be stuck down there watching the locals lose their ever loving minds. The weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth must be deafening. These people will literally throw a BBQ during a hurricane, but one inch of snow will shut down an entire state. And I’m seeing reports of nine inches in the deep South? Phew.
My first experience with Southerners and snow was in 1995, when I was in Basic Training at Ft. McClellan in Alabama. We got less than an inch. They shut the base down. They sent out humvees to pick up the chow hall personnel because none of them could drive in. And we Northern boys were looking around at people who were acting like their hair was on fire, over a bit of snow that our home towns wouldn’t have even pulled out the plows to clear.
I’ve had it snow on me in Virginia and Mississippi. Same thing. Pandemonium. Hysteria. People buying out every last loaf of bread and gallon of milk at the grocery store. “ER MA GERD WE ALL GONNA DIE!” Meanwhile, I happily drove about my business, my Idaho license plates and front wheel drive car having no problem with a tiny bit of white precipitation.
Anyways, the main thought on my mind, now that Florida has gotten snow, is if Florida Man is scooping up the iguanas that are no doubt falling out of the trees right now and preparing a feast? I’ve always wanted to try iguana. I’ve heard it tastes like chicken. I bet you could do an iguana BBQ that tastes great, and since they go catatonic in the cold, picking them up and beheading them would be as easy as scooping up acorns in the fall. It almost makes me wish I were in Florida. I’d be killing and dressing the iguanas, then firing up the smoker and going through every single recipe I could find. What side dish for iguana? Is this a rice and beans sort of thing, or can we go with some tostones, or hit ’em with an old fashioned potato salad? Maybe a slaw?
Anyways… Trump is president, the Left is still in full blown panic mode, and illegal aliens are starting to deport themselves. The 51 liars who signed a letter that said the Hunter Biden laptop was Russian have finally lost their security clearances, and I’m not tired of all the winning. Not a single bit.
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For way too long, I approached every morning with dread. What fresh hell would the Entitled Elites in charge unleash on us this day?
Would this be the day an assassination attempt would succeed?
Some days, it was hard to even pray, my uneasy mind was in such a state.
Thankfully, since the inauguration, that weight has disappeared. Although we got word this week that my husband’s brother was near the end, I slept like a baby. I can direct my attention to more personal affairs, without feeling as though I needed to be prepared for CW 2.0.
Now, I do recognize that The Left is in a similar state; they are being whipped up into a frenzy, hoping to stir up more of the same old crap.
But the people I’m keeping an eye on – neighbors, friends, family – are not reacting much. Most of them seem resigned to the fact that, yes, things WILL be different. And that fact is NOT driving them into a frenzy of activity.
The exception being the crazed Cat (Dog) Ladies of both sexes. But I can ignore them.
Familiar story. I was stationed at Fort Lee, VA for training winter of 89-90 and a similar thing happened. One morning we awoke to an inch and a half of snow and myself and another guy who was originally from Buffalo, watched in amazement as car after car spun out, went off the road and one flipped upside down. Everyone else was busy gasping, or saying, “Oh my God!” the two of us were like, “Are we on candid camera?” One female trainee looked at me and asked, “I suppose you think you can drive better?” I told her that I successfully drove home once with over six inches of snow on the ground, so yeah, I can drive better. She looked at me as if I offered her something distasteful to eat and said, “Really? Geez, what do you have a death wish?” The other guy and I just laughed.
About those Iguanas. … A female friend and New England native, took a vacation to Cozumel some years ago, and as part of the trip, went to some ruins and had a dinner served there.
Offered was Iguana. The guide asked if they thought that it tasted like chicken. Most guests agreed.
My friend, because that is just how she is, said that it tasted a little fishy, and more like Bald Eagle. Dead silence.
John in Indy
Some place along the northern state line set an all time record for snow in Florida. I think it was 9″ vs the old record of about half that. But it was a fairly short line, north to south, like maybe 100 miles and the state is closer to 450 miles north to south.
I’m near Cape Canaveral and I don’t think we got below 40 that night. We’re in that awkward area between the winter snow and where the iguanas live. To be fair, iguanas have been seen in the county. Probably pets that escaped.