Yesterday, our part of the world was warned that a winter snow storm was coming around evening rush hour.
We all tippy-toed around at work as our patients were rescheduled to come in earlier in the day or switched to another day altogether. Staff came in my office looking out the window..."Is it snowing yet?" Was the constant refrain.
Southerners take snow seriously. We just don't know how to deal with this white evil that falls from the sky. Let alone know what to do with it once it's on the ground.
Schools closed early. Brine and sand trucks coated the city streets. My boss let us go at 3pm. My drive home was quiet.
Nary a flake was in sight. And I was SO glad. As a transplanted Northerner I learned years ago to just deal with the drama the white stuff provides around here.
How do I deal? I get home and stay home.
Around 5 it started snowing. The small, dry flakes. Not the pretty wet snow that SM and I had hoped for.
This morning I opened my front door to this.
I wandered over and turned on the TV. This mornings news shows reported that police dealt with over sixty...SIXTY...accidents last night. Over this itty bitty little snow. Can you believe it?
SM and I spent most of our adult lives driving in the white stuff back in Ohio. But now that we live here in the south we know better than to stick a foot outside while the white stuff is on the ground. These people are nuts I tell ya.
I'll be spending this morning baking cookies. I might get called in to go into work this afternoon. If I do I might have to deal with this...
School is out after all...