Old Man Winter Gets Some
Who would've guessed that after one half-baked effort back in January, we'd get another shot at a winter storm? Not me, that's for sure. When you live in the South for much of your life, you tend to get jaded on the prospect of significant wintry weather.
Sure, I won't exaggerate like some do and say we never get the slushy, icy stuff. But beyond a sniff of a flurry or a dusting on the rooftops, it's hardly much to boast about to, say, our neighbors in the Tar Heel state. But one advantage we have over the northern folk is the lack of experience dealing with these storms. Meaning even a meager one inch of snow or ice can get you a decent 1-2 of those wonderful snow days those of us in public schools love so much (unless we have to drive, of course).
At the end of the weekend, Old Man Winter, perhaps sensing his time was slipping away with the close of February and spring a mere few weeks on the horizon, decided to serve us up a Sunday special of wet, sticky snow. For a while, he bided his time, bringing a chilly rain to dampen our spirits even though the prolonged liquid precipitation actually increased our snowfall chances - evaporational cooling and all that. Then, around 4 PM as Anna Kate and myself were finishing up our lesson plans for the week, the white stuff began. And it snowed. And snowed. And snowed.
We braved the blinding snow to go out and eat at Chili's with Anna's folks for my birthday. I have to say, it was spell-binding to watch those big, white flakes continue to pour down. I kept waiting for the inevitable stoppage that would signify the end of our little storm. But it never happened. Woodruff Road and the surrounding outlet stores were transformed into a soft, white blanket of slush and ice. It was one heavy snowfall, the likes of which I haven't seen in many years.
Anna and I enjoyed it to the fullest, both the weather itself, and yes, the snow day that followed in its wake. We threw snowballs, chased each other in ankle-deep drifts, played with Skyler, her black lab, and built a snowman the next day (named for the aforementioned dog). We even got to venture out of doors yesterday evening to see Slumdog Millionaire, the film that has come out of nowhere to capture this year's "Best Picture" title. And I quickly saw why. Highly recommend it for those of you who have yet to experience it. Rare is the movie that dares to get as creative as Slumdog.
So here's to Old Man Winter, who had one more twist in store for me by granting me yet another snow day today (sadly not for Anna :( - she had a 2-hour delay, which sucks). Thanks for making one last, unforgettable appearance this year.
Think maybe you could stop by sometime next week? Say, around PASS testing time?
Sure, I won't exaggerate like some do and say we never get the slushy, icy stuff. But beyond a sniff of a flurry or a dusting on the rooftops, it's hardly much to boast about to, say, our neighbors in the Tar Heel state. But one advantage we have over the northern folk is the lack of experience dealing with these storms. Meaning even a meager one inch of snow or ice can get you a decent 1-2 of those wonderful snow days those of us in public schools love so much (unless we have to drive, of course).
At the end of the weekend, Old Man Winter, perhaps sensing his time was slipping away with the close of February and spring a mere few weeks on the horizon, decided to serve us up a Sunday special of wet, sticky snow. For a while, he bided his time, bringing a chilly rain to dampen our spirits even though the prolonged liquid precipitation actually increased our snowfall chances - evaporational cooling and all that. Then, around 4 PM as Anna Kate and myself were finishing up our lesson plans for the week, the white stuff began. And it snowed. And snowed. And snowed.
We braved the blinding snow to go out and eat at Chili's with Anna's folks for my birthday. I have to say, it was spell-binding to watch those big, white flakes continue to pour down. I kept waiting for the inevitable stoppage that would signify the end of our little storm. But it never happened. Woodruff Road and the surrounding outlet stores were transformed into a soft, white blanket of slush and ice. It was one heavy snowfall, the likes of which I haven't seen in many years.
Anna and I enjoyed it to the fullest, both the weather itself, and yes, the snow day that followed in its wake. We threw snowballs, chased each other in ankle-deep drifts, played with Skyler, her black lab, and built a snowman the next day (named for the aforementioned dog). We even got to venture out of doors yesterday evening to see Slumdog Millionaire, the film that has come out of nowhere to capture this year's "Best Picture" title. And I quickly saw why. Highly recommend it for those of you who have yet to experience it. Rare is the movie that dares to get as creative as Slumdog.
So here's to Old Man Winter, who had one more twist in store for me by granting me yet another snow day today (sadly not for Anna :( - she had a 2-hour delay, which sucks). Thanks for making one last, unforgettable appearance this year.
Think maybe you could stop by sometime next week? Say, around PASS testing time?
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