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I was happy to see the first snow of the season, knowing how much it meant to sweet Jenn, but I have to admit: I was even happier to see the SUN for the first time in, like, three years! (OK, OK: I know, my mom told me a million times not to exaggerate!)
Here are a few shots.
(Why do I always want to put a “y” in the word “icicles”?)
Mom shot this a while back and sent it to me last night:
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.”
I interviewed the morning meteorologist for one of the local TV stations today, and she told me there would be snow by evening.
She was right.
Here are some pictures from my yard, mid-whiteout, along with a random snowy self-portrait.
Stolen Moments 