So while I sit here pondering what subject matter to tackle for my next blog; the sound of the morning news plays in the background. I hear those dreaded words: "Wintery Mix."
This caught me a little by surprise. See, I'm an avid news watcher. I could even be referred to as a news junkie. It all begins in the wee hours with the local news. It then moves right into the Today show. While I'm completing my morning chores, the morning paper is likely to be draped over the kitchen island. This method allows me to glance at headlines while I pass by. I continue my obsession of news nerdiness throughout the day by occasionally stopping and reading the front pages of national newspapers generally found at the local doughnut shop. (Go Figure!)
So when the weatherman said those dreaded words this morning, the average Joe may believe that I already had the plow hooked up to the minivan. No Sir EEE!
Instead, little Ms. Maestro has been visiting websites anxiously choosing her Spring flower collection. Oh, I know, it's still January, and I live in Pennsylvania. Even the ski slopes haven't experienced their best weather yet.
But I can't help it...I'm Tropical. As a matter of fact I have always been this way. And I deeply depend on the Weatherman like most people depend on that stupid groundhog Punxsutawney Phil.
So when the word: "chance" came out of the weatherman's mouth this morning, you can imagine I wasn't happy. Especially since I had been watching the news all week and there was no mention of this "chance" before today.
See, us Pennsylvanians know all too well what chance means: A foot of snow will be greeting me tomorrow morning as I open the drapes. But not before the phone rings at 5am. It will be my son's school informing me that we have a delay of 2 hours. Basically that means I have just 2 hours to do the normal morning chores plus now I have to shovel the porch, sidewalk and driveway. In addition, I'll need to crack that code on the gate that freezes and prevents us from loading the car on our first try. So I will march the children back through the house and exit out the front door instead. Oh, I'm already dreading tomorrow.
Well I'm unsure just how much the weatherman will be tweaking his latest prediction, but as for me, I have my own:
There's a "chance" I will be staying home under the covers tomorrow morning.