I’m not surprised. After my more serious self wrote this essay last year about Worthless Weather Forecasts, I know better than to hang on every word of meteorologists. So far, the snow has not been what they said it would be in my area, and they’ve lowered their snow totals significantly. Of course, I’m writing this after midnight on Tuesday, and I could wake up later today in a blizzard. I doubt it, but if they can hedge their bets, so can I.
I’m mostly disappointed because it means that the snow day I was hoping to enjoy won’t happen. People will probably still be able to get to work (schools are closed). I have a stack of books I was going to tear into. Now, if everyone else goes to work, well, I’ll have to do some work, too. Boo.
The worst part ~ I have a book from the library that’s overdue by a day. I was hoping the snow would close the library and I wouldn’t have to pay the fine. I had planned to read that one in the stack first, because it’s eating up pennies each moment it sits on my desk at this point. Maybe I can still get it read today before returning it to the open library tonight with the 40 cents I’ll owe by then.
The best part ~ I didn’t do much Monday, other than what I absolutely had to. People were scurrying around since it snowed a little, thinking that was the beginning of the Storm to End All Storms. Then, at 5 p.m., I called it quits. I already had my comfy clothes on (working from home allows that, ya know), so I was dressed for the Night of Nothingness. I baked cupcakes ~ as I’ve been telling everyone, I knew the storm was coming, so I baked some cake… (that harkens back to a song on a Strawberry Shortcake album I used to listen to on my turntable when I was little).
The bestest best part ~ two faraway friends, no doubt frightened by the weather terrorists on TV, checked in on me to make sure I’m safe. Awww. It’s always nice to be thought of, isn’t it? *cyber cupcakes to them*
I’m disappointed that there won’t be many postcard-like picture opportunities this time (again, unless I wake up later in a blizzard). I like snow and would like to see a decent-sized storm this season (just one, you cold, anti-winter people). Of course, we still have February… I may get my wish, many times over.
Well, at least I didn’t have to be disappointed that the forecasters got it really wrong. Even if it snows more, we’re not getting a foot or more, as they originally said we would. I knew that wouldn’t happen just because they said it. And unlike them, I was right.