Boots. I'll have to bring boots.

Bring Warm Clothes is a book about Minnesota history by Peg Meier that was published in 1981, two years after I moved to Minneapolis. It's not supposed to be packing advice for a brief, Spring weekend trip four years after I moved away.

I was concerned earlier today when I read pegkerr's LJ post and saw that 2-4 inches of snow were predicted by Friday, the day I'm flying in. I've been gifted with a trip to Applecon and I'm really looking forward to a weekend of music, a weekend of fun times with Gavi and dozens of other friends and loved ones.

I am not looking forward to a weekend of snow. Okay, 3-4 inches wouldn't be that bad. I'd have to pack mittens, sure, and take my winter jacket, but I can slog through 3-4 inches of snow in my walking shoes.

Only now the forecast calls for 9.2 inches of heavy, dreaded white stuff between Thursday and Saturday. Nine. Point. Two. Inches.

It would be fair play if I'd moved somewhere tropical, somewhere it never snows. But I didn't. I moved to Massachusetts. Here in Massachusetts, we know plenty damned well what 9.2 inches of snow looks and feels like. Minnesota does not need to remind me. Not. Not. Not.

I've taken my boots back out of the closet. They spend the winter in the mudroom entrance, where they're at hand and easy to put on. I put them in the closet a week or two ago, when it was clear I wouldn't be wearing them here until November, or perhaps even later.

The boots are confused, and grouchy from having been woken from their long 3-season snooze. I don't blame them.

I'm still looking forward to Applecon!