Listen, your impending arrival hangs like the sword of Damocles over our heads all summer… August comes, we know you’re waiting. September, we get a few days of hot weather and think “Maybe not this year,” but then there’s the rain. October. Uh oh, there’s that smell in the air… November, a bit of snow in the air, but nothing accumulates. December is when you’re supposed to drop that sword… if, unlike winter 2006-07, it drops at all.
Now, it’s not December yet, so you’re being a little impertinent with those big, accumulating flakes of snow.
I usually expect some positive result from letters like this, so you’d better just take it easy for a bit longer. I still want to ride my bike, and the leaves aren’t all raked yet. So back off.
Don’t make me come out there and smack you around.
Your friend,
Dan
