Too much snow and mud will get to a person this time of year. They're losing their minds up there in Durango a little.* You can feel it remotely in the hyperactive made-up street festivals. And in some of the Durango Herald's police blotter bits. And real concerns about the economy and oil and gas leasing. And then take the Durango Herald writer John Peel. Please. He apologizes for writing it further on and then seeks redemption through carpet cleaning or something.**
The president massaged his back, sore from shoveling after a 10-inch storm.
"We all agree," cried out members of the committee, dubbed the Brown Party. They rubbed their shoulders or elbows or backs in empathy.
So they passed a resolution: "Whereas snowstorms are dangerous, messy and expensive and can cause older folks to fall down, we do not like them and shall thereby abolish them from our fair city."
Meanwhile, members of the Let it Snow Committee had assembled.
"Those evil-doers over at the Fooey Committee are plotting something rotten, as they are prone to do, being so evil and all," the chairman proclaimed. He took off his glasses, revealing a two-toned face - bronze cheeks and white around the eyes. "What we really need is a snow stimulus package. We must seed the clouds and offer ski-burnings to the snow gods."
*Justifiably or not, this not-so-fact factors into my ongoing vacillationing about future relocationing up to the snowy White Lodge. With a sauna, maybe three weeks tops before I'd start writing stuff like this.
**And I may need that kind of thing. Coco sibling's spawn is doing the wedding thing at White Lodge come June. Spinster Aunt has agreed to host a rehearsal dinner and is disproportionately daunted by the task in light of the lodge's deeply snow-bound condition at present.