For those of you enjoying light rain and temps in the low to mid 50’s, here’s a little reminder. It’s December. That’s right, that time of year that brings thoughts of steaming mugs of hot cocoa, maybe pleasantly spiced with Peppermint Schnapps, gently falling snowflakes and cozy wool socks. Here in my neck of the woods, Mother Nature is having a hissy fit over it. Even for us this is a little much.
Monday we received an additional 7 inches of snow. School ended with a solemn announcement from our principal that all kids should have on all their snow gear, pants, gloves, hats, mittens scarves BEFORE getting on the bus and twice he told them, today is a no talking day on the bus. Furthermore, any teachers or staff living outside the city limits should also prepare to head cautiously home. I looked at the teacher I work with and we both looked out the window.
I had been outside for an hour over lunch recess with the kids, I knew it wasn’t pleasant but I wasn’t expecting all this. It took me ten minutes to dig out my car at 3:00 and then I spent the next two hours crawling about the town on terrible roads picking up my kids from school and activities spread all over the place. I finally pulled into my garage just before 5:00. I’d lost track of how many accidents, spinning wheels, cars in ditches and jack-knifed semis I’d seen. Thankfully none, up close and personal.
It’s all the wind’s fault.
7 inches of snow is not that big of a problem here, unless it’s accompanied by 40 mph winds. Then it gets a bit dicey.
Now here we are, Tuesday evening. The snow has stopped except for flurries here and there and the winds have slowed to 25 mph. The city had been under an official Snow Emergency which means the plows will only be working to keep emergency routes open until the snow and wind subside. I’ve gotten an email tonight that our district is planning on having school tomorrow, depending on weather.
At least it hasn’t been as bad as the blizzard of ’96.
Then again, perhaps we’re headed at breakneck speed toward a replay of ’66.
Wouldn’t that be fun?