That's a headline in Small Town Newspaper today. We had some snow and freezing rain last night, although what was to be two inches turned into such a small amount you can still see blades of grass poking through. I hate that.
Several years ago, husband and the girls and I were hiding out in our basement TV room. It's got a huge TV and comfy leather furniture with ottomans and cozy throw blankets, and it's where we all go to watch movies. There is a mini-kitchen in that room, as well, so you can make popcorn without having to miss a single scene. On this particular day when we were holed up and watching something kind of scary, like The Others or something like that, we were expecting a big storm.
Looking out the window in my adjacent office, you can see down the hill at the town and can see clouds rolling in, so I was occasionally checking for storm progress. I love storms—weather drama, I call it.
Slightly tense from the scariness of the movie and the rumbling thunder and blowing wind, I stood in the window and said, "The weather's coming," as if it were arriving by FedX or had just called to announce its arrival. I have been mocked by my children ever since.
So, today, when my own newspaper used the phrase, "The Weather's Here," I felt vindicated.
The weather is indeed here, as of course it always is in one form or another. I'm still waiting for it to bring a big snow along, spilling out of its pockets, the kind that will grind us all to a halt so I can relax for a minute and not have to hop in the car to head to the next thing on the schedule. What it brought today is a disappointment.
Several years ago, husband and the girls and I were hiding out in our basement TV room. It's got a huge TV and comfy leather furniture with ottomans and cozy throw blankets, and it's where we all go to watch movies. There is a mini-kitchen in that room, as well, so you can make popcorn without having to miss a single scene. On this particular day when we were holed up and watching something kind of scary, like The Others or something like that, we were expecting a big storm.
Looking out the window in my adjacent office, you can see down the hill at the town and can see clouds rolling in, so I was occasionally checking for storm progress. I love storms—weather drama, I call it.
Slightly tense from the scariness of the movie and the rumbling thunder and blowing wind, I stood in the window and said, "The weather's coming," as if it were arriving by FedX or had just called to announce its arrival. I have been mocked by my children ever since.
So, today, when my own newspaper used the phrase, "The Weather's Here," I felt vindicated.
The weather is indeed here, as of course it always is in one form or another. I'm still waiting for it to bring a big snow along, spilling out of its pockets, the kind that will grind us all to a halt so I can relax for a minute and not have to hop in the car to head to the next thing on the schedule. What it brought today is a disappointment.
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You are more than welcome to all my nasty freezing white stuff, if only I could find a way of posting it to you without it melting en route.
We have quite a bit of snow (for us) here in Gloucestershire UK but I'm really looking forward to pics of yours!
"Whether it's cold, or whether it's hot, we're gonna have weather, whether or not."