EDITOR’S NOTEBOOK: Has Spring really sprung?
I put on a short-sleeved shirt this week, and actually ventured out in public in it.
It had been probably four months since I’d worn a t-shirt anywhere but inside our warm, cozy house, so there was a momentary shock as my skin was exposed to outside air. I felt a bit like Howard Hughes leaving the mansion.
But it’s pleasant, this bit of Spring.
Although, if you think winter’s entirely over just yet, you’re mistaken. As everyone knows, this is the place where snow has fallen in June, onto bewildered tourists wearing tank tops and sandals.
Now, down in Reno, they think it’s August already, which kind of really makes me hope a big old bruiser of a storm dumps three feet of snow on the heads of everyone having barbecues in their back yards down there right now.
We went shopping in Reno this weekend, and part of our goal was to pick up an extra long-sleeved shirt or two.
I don’t think a single store in Reno is still selling long-sleeved shirts. The mall stores featured never-ending lines of gooey pastel shirts in pinks and neon greens and blues. Half the people at the malls were wearing shorts, Birkenstocks and t-shirts.
My wife and I felt a bit like shellshocked Arctic explorers returning to the mainland after months in an igloo. A few weeks in a Truckee winter, even a mild one like this, will do that to you. Simply seeing bare ground without a flake of snow on it still seems a bit odd to me.
I attempted to find a few more fire-starters for our wood stove at Wal-Mart, only to see that all the fire-related paraphernalia was in a clearance aisle, and not a firestarter was left to be seen. The tire chains have all mysteriously vanished. Not even an ice scraper around.
You might find a box of matches if you’re lucky, but otherwise, you shop at Wal-Mart and you might think you live in Phoenix. They even had an aisle full of fans on display. Fans!
This, of course, is all part of the same corporate mentality that decrees Christmas decorations go up by Labor Day, and Easter bunnies are on the shelves by Valentine’s Day. Seasonal preparations seem to begin a day or two earlier each year.
Eventually, time will become so warped by these contortions that we’ll begin getting ready for Christmas on Dec. 26. An entire year will be null and void, the cosmos will become akin to a snake eating its own tail, and the entire universe as we know it will come to an end.
All because Wal-Mart can’t accept it’s still March, not August.
I will still enjoy this warm front of air while it lasts, though… at least until the universe ends.
Sierra Sun Editor Nik Dirga grew up in Nevada County.
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