It’s raining today, on the first day of March. School is out for winter break this week, and my kids, seven and three years old, are happy not to go skiing or sledding for a change. I’ve given in, and right now they’re watching a pirate-themed cartoon show. Later, they’ll dig through the dress-up clothes for all the pirate stuff. They’re both big into pirates lately. They couldn’t be happier that it’s raining today.
But it shouldn’t be raining, in March, in Vermont. It should be snowing. There should be a blizzard, not a drizzle. We shouldn’t be watching cartoons. We should be packing up our ski stuff, loading up the car, getting ready to go.
But if this is my biggest problem today–the rain–then I am a very lucky person indeed. My kids are safe and well fed. They live in a beautiful place surrounded by fresh air and mountains. They are, and I am, privileged in many ways.
I find myself thinking about a Facebook post I saw yesterday. It began with a post to the effect of (I’m paraphrasing here), “Is it possible to be the queen of microaggressions against rich people?” There were many comments to follow, lots of them pretty funny and snarky–an entire conversation about accidentally offending middle-class coworkers with snarky comments about skiing and vacations on Martha’s Vineyard. Skiing in Vermont was specifically called out as being for 1%ers. The conversation was started by a young person I don’t know very well, an acquaintance who briefly worked as an intern in the same university office where I used to work. Her post was partly meant to be funny, but partly serious.
So now, each time I write about skiing (it’s a lot) I have this in the back of mind. That’s not a bad thing. It’s a welcome reminder. A reality check is good. It’s important to remember and appreciate that living in Vermont, and spending time doing things like skiing, are privileges.