So, for the past three or four days, we’ve been inundated with maps and models predicting the '“storm of the century,” that will encompass the East Coast. I’ve been watching the Capital Weather Gang, my go-to meteorologists, and they’ve even gotten into the hype.
When we lived in Virginia, we had some quite memorable show storms, including a handful when we were snowed in for days and even up to a week. During the lead-ups to those events, it was hard not to get caught up in the excitement and anticipation. The grocery stores would be packed, with bare shelves of bread and milk, and it was almost a game to try and wait until the last minute to prepare.
Now that we’re in the South, we can observe from afar and reminisce about all of those crazy times. The likelihood that we’ll receive even a bit of rain had dwindled to 10 percent. Instead, we’ll observe our home from the cameras and hope that the power stays on so we can see how much snow actually falls on the mountain.
While I don’t miss the cold, I do kind of miss the snow days when we could huddle around the fireplace and have a great excuse to do nothing but read and relax. Maybe on Sunday I can pretend it’s a snow day and pull out a book while having the Weather Channel on in the background. Or, I could take Poppy for a walk on the beach? Whichever I choose, I’m glad to be in the South!