The weather outside is weather.

  Right now it's French Christmas eve day (I'll explain what this means for those not in the know in another blog).  In years past this has meant snow on the ground and chilly yet pleasant winter air.  But this year, it's a balmy 41 degrees without a flake of snow on the ground.  This got me to thinking (I think about the weather a lot actually), how many of my great memories are directly related to weather or the seasons in general.  And furthermore, it made me realize how much of a weather traditionalist I am.  I fucking hate this weather right now.  It's shitty.  Yeah, yeah, it's great there's no snow to cause traffic etc, but this is just not how it's supposed to be. 
  When you think back to being a kid, are your Christmas memories filled with soggy, half assed November type weather?  Of course they aren't!  They're filled with snow, and snow forts, and white washing the kid who was a pussy, that lived down the street from you.  That's what I want starting in late November, the beginning of winter.  And yes, I complain about how much winter sucks by mid January, but right now I need it.  It's a necessary evil.  Without it I don't think people in areas with all three seasons would appreciate great weather when we have it.  And, not to mention, I really do think living through winters in areas such as Chicago, or the northeastern US hardens individuals. 
  Back to my point about being a weather traditionalist.  There's a certain way the weather is supposed to go here in the Chicago area, and it as is follows:  January/February:  Horseshit.  Just awful.  March:  Still pretty shitty, but there's hope on the horizon.  April:  You did it!  You didn't kill yourself due to SAD and you've made it to nice weather.  May/June:  Holy shit this is paradise.  July:  Still super boss tits.  August:  Hot, humid, pretty miserable by the end.  September/October:  Just about perfect again, but in a different way from May/June.  November/December:  The beginning of the end.  But still pleasant, and a nice welcomed excuse to stay in and be lazy after a busy summer. 
  Most memories I have are all directly linked to one of these periods, and whenever that time rolls around, I get all misty and remember times past.  IE, smoking my first Newport in the fall of 1999.  That first bit of cold night air each year when I have that first fall smoke (I don't smoke Newport's anymore, by the way.  I was 13.)  brings me right back to Liesburg park.  When the weather doesn't cooperate, I'm all fucked up.  Like I don't know which way is up type of shit. 
  Which brings me to present day.  This limbo, not fall, but not yet winter weather is really taxin' my Christmas gig.  I need there to be snow.  There just has to be.  It's for the good of mankind!  And, the way things are going, you just know we are going to get butt fucked by some sort of snowmaggedon in like late March, pulling us deeper into the depths of winter hell.