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Snow gremlins

I’m truly beginning to believe that there is something to my theory that every time the lad leaves home the snow gremlins cackle and rub their little hands together in glee.

Sometime Friday afternoon, I looked at the weather forecast and it said we were going to get a whomping good rain storm late this weekend. Nothing to get excited about, certainly. On Friday evening the lad departed for his Dad’s house for the weekend. I should have heard the snow gears clanking as soon as he left the driveway.

Last night my weather friend called and once again asked, “Have you looked at the weather forecast?” Her voice was filled with angst, horror, dismay.

“Not since Friday afternoon,” I said. “The last time I looked it said inches of rain. Why?”

“We’re supposed to get a foot of snow,” she said. “Starting late Sunday night and going all through Monday morning into the afternoon. White out conditions and strong wind. It’s a nor’easter.”

Well, what do you know. I should probably refrain from cackling back at the snow gremlins until the lad is securely back in the house. He is due to roll in the driveway early this evening. Just in time to warm up that snow shovel. I guess our January thaw is over.

I do not envy the poor souls who will have to navigate rush hour in blinding snow tomorrow morning. It sounds like it’ll be a hair-raising ride. My friend said she’s probably not the only person who is ready to pack a cot in the car and move into the office for the rest of the winter. Driving to work in raging snow storms wears thin really fast. In fact, it wore thin about four storms ago.

Posted on 01/13/08 at 08:11 AM
 




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