Backyard Snow Saturday

The plan for today was to meet Karl halfway, at 2 p.m., to pick up the grandkids.

I, however, had been watching the weather (as I tend to do) over the past couple of days and could not help noticing that the meteorologists were predicting snow for today. Not a lot of snow — one to two inches — but enough to render the roads slick enough that anyone who happened to be out driving on them was also running the risk of sliding off into a ditch.

Not exactly my favorite way to spend a Saturday.

So, I called The Lovely yesterday afternoon to tell her about it. And she didn’t seem all that concerned.

“Well, the main roads should be OK, right?” she said.

“Well, yes,” I replied. “I’m sure they’ll have them plowed and salted and what-not.”

“So we should be OK driving on them,” she said.

“Well, yes,” I replied.

The thing is, however, I knew full well that I would be the one driving on them — probably while she napped!

“Well, then, we’ll just plan on picking up the kids at 2 o’clock.”

I wasn’t annoyed, but I really didn’t want to spend a single minute of my Saturday driving on the snow. On a highway or interstate. (I’m quite OK driving on snow-covered side streets here in my little town.)

Mostly, though, I didn’t want to deal with any pouting that might take place if we were in fact unable to pick up the grandkids today … on the grandkids’ part or, more importantly, The Lovely’s!

Fortunately, she called me back around 5 p.m. yesterday.

“I think we’ll go ahead and pick up the kids tonight,” she said.

“Ah,” I replied. “So, did you talk to Karl? Did you turn on The Weather Channel? Did you finally decide that I might know what I was talking about?”

“Well, actually,” she began, “I was at CVS, and some lady said it was supposed to snow tomorrow.”