Southern Snow

backyard snowWell it is Monday again.  I am sitting here at my computer typing away and watching snow fall outside my window.  I live in the Southern U.S.  Snow doesn’t happen much around here.  (At least not in the lower elevations.)

According to the local weather man, flurries were supposed to start around noon today.  They were about three hours off.  I am packing a duffel bag to take to work tonight just in case I get stuck there.

A few weeks ago we had a couple of inches of snow and my boss had to stay at work for car snowover 29 hours.  She slept on pet beds in the office.  This time she is bringing her sleeping bag and a change of socks.

It’s interesting how uncommon weather can bring things to a stand still.  If we were a bit more north two inches of snow would be nothing, but here no one is prepared.  The roads often aren’t salted, people don’t know the proper way to drive, and snow plows don’t really exist.

sam snowTwo inches of snow meant children were stranded at schools and on school buses. We had a 27 car pile up on one of local major highways and there were abandoned cars on the sides of the roads everywhere.  My ex-husband took his truck to pick up our kids because we thought he would have an easier time.  In the end all the parents had to walk the last block to the school.  It took him an hour and half to make what was usually a ten minute drive and he slid off the road twice.  They barely missed the pile up.

This time we are supposed get more that two inches but they have been spraying the major roads with brine for the last two days.  Hopefully we will have better luck this go around.

Published by: thecoffeefox

Once upon a time there was a woman who was a writer. She was either cursed or blessed from birth to be so and there was much debate on which it was. One day a very discouraging (and not very original) person told her not to give up her day job. The woman smiled and said that was a wonderful idea. Following the unwittingly clever advice of her critic, the woman found a job working nights, which left her days free to write. Even better, the night job had an unusual schedule which packed two weeks worth of work into one, so the writer was able to have every other week off to sit on her front porch, daydream, and of course write. However, working at night and writing during the day left little time for sleep, so the poor writer occasionally went a little mad, but she decided it was an acceptable price to pay to be able to continue following her curse-blessing. Also she likes tea. :)

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