Under the Snow

Snow, snow, snow... on top of ice on top of freezing rain... whatever happened to my (cough) global warming?

I know, I know, global warming is hooey based on creating crises to obtain grant money; my meteorologist (B.S. from Missouri, sr. forecaster NOAA) sister sneers regularly at all the hubbub. Still, I liked the idea--I hate winter. At least winter here. Of course, we have it all in my home state: cold, wet, muddy winters and hot, humid, beastly summers.

Usually, I like snow. It's a great change from the dreadful gray and brown winters we normally have here. It's beautiful. It's fun to play in and fun to watch the dog play in (I know, incorrect grammar. Have a cookie, you'll feel better.). It is, however, h*llacious to drive in. Coming home last night as the snow hit was a nightmare, a very scary one. My miscalculation of when the storm would arrive and start causing havoc could have gotten me killed, as well as my children. Me, no biggie, I know where I'm going, but I shouldn't make mistakes when it comes to my kids.

*sigh* Fallibility is sad and ubiquitous. And so, recently, is bad, scary, inconvenient weather in this region. I stopped 3 times to ask people in the ditch if they needed help. Thank God for cell phones!

Anyway, I'm off to shovel some more so that dear hubby can get in the door when he comes home after spending the night elsewhere to stay safe. Then, I'll have a cookie.

I'll feel better.

Have a cookie

I have long come to the conclusion that there are few disappointments in life that cannot be mitigated by having a great big warm cookie and a glass of milk.

Of course, there are many things for which this remedy only scratches the surface... but it helps while one works it all out in thought.

Join me once in a while to talk about whatever, and make sure to bring a cookie.