I was looking at my stats the other day, for giggles (and shits), now that I've decided to make a concerted effort toward blogging again. I will probably never get back to the level of 2009, when I was writing something new nearly every single day...and sometimes two a day. Wow. That's something akin to actual effort.
I know the last few years have been...sparse...to say the least. Some shit went down--some of it I'll talk about, some of it I was legally bound not to speak about. Some of it, well, it's just better left unsaid.
However, there are things that don't change...such as the shitty weather forecasting around these parts.
|This is not exactly what I was looking for, Google.|
In North By God Carolina, the weather and--more specifically--the snow predictions have been right once over the past ten years. Well, maybe twice--there was a ten inches plus forecast last year that ended up around 8, so I'll give them some leeway there. Although my power was out for two days, which meant I couldn't make coffee, and I had a tremendous headache, which filled me with even more murderous rage, but I couldn't do anything about it because I had a terrible headache. So, maybe I shouldn't give them a pass.
Today was another one of those swing-and-a-miss forecasts. We were supposed to have a weather system move in, but we were assured to worry not our pretty little heads about accumulations. It wouldn't be an issue.
My son walked into the dining--or the room that serves as my office--and announced, "It's snowing!" last night right before he went to bed. Sure enough, I looked out and we had an inch on the ground, easily. It was dry, powdery stuff, because the air temperature was cold enough that the water droplets didn't have time to properly expand before they changed to ice. How's that for science? (it's a little more complicated than that, but whatever). Had it not been so dry, it might have been three or four or maybe six inches.
I stepped outside and it was that beautiful, heavy snow-falling kind of night. There was a muffled quiet that had spread through the darkness, and the silence and solitude was magnificent. I loved it. It reminded me of so many snow events of my youth. It was the kind of snow that reminded my why I like snow so much.
However, the forecast also didn't really call for snow. Just freezing rain. Or sleet. But not a lot of snow. Maybe some mixed in with the rain. That's all. Don't worry at all. No accumulations, kids!
Or do worry...because they told us not to.
The only reason I'm complaining is because I had everything set up to work from home today, and it was going to be glorious. It would be quiet. There would be solitude. I could drink coffee as often and as much as I wanted. I didn't have to wear pants!!!
|I guess it's boot season...|
And then they cancelled school.
I don't blame them. It's gross out there. Cold and wet and snowy and icy. It's all the reasons that I don't like snow, now that I'm an adult...or at least pretending to be one.
So, the quiet is out the window as every neighborhood kid screams while riding a sled down my frozen driveway. And, since the children are home with me, I have to wear pants.
At least the coffee is still hot and flowing. For now. I don't want to say anything TOO loudly, else the Universe might decide to intercede. Again.
I hear more screaming that might be slightly less than joyous. I better go and make sure no one's body parts are mangled. At least, not on my property.