Yesterday I was looking forward to attending a cooking class on preparing Indian food. Jerry was in Georgia to attend a college career fair, so it was the perfect night to venture out of my comfort zone.
Then I received this text: Winter Weather Advisory in effect for York Cnty/Zone, SC until Thursday at 7:00 AM EST.
My cooking class was postponed, Jerry's event was canceled and we found ourselves at home, deciding upon what to do with our evening.
And then this text arrived:
From TC City Mgr: Inclement weathers expected to reach totals of 8"-10" of snow by midnight. Please stay off roads. Dial 911 for emergencies including downed trees
An irrelevant aside:
I was a bit peeved by the “weathers.” Why does texting excuse people from using punctuation?
Back to the point:
It wasn't snowing yet and I felt the evening would be best spent visiting our grandsons, whom I hadn't seen since Monday. That falls under the category of emergency, right? Apparently not, because both Jerry and Jessica vetoed my idea. They knew the roads were dry, but bad weather was obviously on the horizon and why take a chance?
By midnight, there was a dusting of snow. The storm had begun.
Today I awoke to the sound of whooping and hollering, the happy noises of children sliding down the golf course hill behind our house. I looked outside and, sure enough, there they were - sledding on the wet grass.
They say that 90% of what we worry about never happens. I think the percentage is higher when you're talking about weather.
Happy snow day!
Then I received this text: Winter Weather Advisory in effect for York Cnty/Zone, SC until Thursday at 7:00 AM EST.
My cooking class was postponed, Jerry's event was canceled and we found ourselves at home, deciding upon what to do with our evening.
And then this text arrived:
From TC City Mgr: Inclement weathers expected to reach totals of 8"-10" of snow by midnight. Please stay off roads. Dial 911 for emergencies including downed trees
An irrelevant aside:
I was a bit peeved by the “weathers.” Why does texting excuse people from using punctuation?
Back to the point:
It wasn't snowing yet and I felt the evening would be best spent visiting our grandsons, whom I hadn't seen since Monday. That falls under the category of emergency, right? Apparently not, because both Jerry and Jessica vetoed my idea. They knew the roads were dry, but bad weather was obviously on the horizon and why take a chance?
By midnight, there was a dusting of snow. The storm had begun.
Today I awoke to the sound of whooping and hollering, the happy noises of children sliding down the golf course hill behind our house. I looked outside and, sure enough, there they were - sledding on the wet grass.
They say that 90% of what we worry about never happens. I think the percentage is higher when you're talking about weather.
Happy snow day!