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Monday, February 20, 2012

One Inch Blizzard

"It's supposed to snow tonight but only about an inch," said Jeff, my husband. Immediately red flags went up. Get off the road and cancel evening church, I thought. It's not that I have a problem with driving in snow, we've lived in snow country. First in Erie, PA where some winters navigating roads and sidewalks was like traversing bob sled runs. We've also lived in Colorado and Virginia. But North Carolina--brother. No one knows how to drive in this stuff.

We stupidly decided we would still have our evening gathering so we headed out Grace Chapel road. Keep in mind there was absolutely no snow on the roads. The first thing we encountered were flashing lights and a blocked off road. The fire department guys were directing traffic. Someone had already landed in the trees, facing backwards of course. Jeff and I looked at each other. Southerners! They just don't know how to drive in this stuff. At the sign of the first flake, they panic. "Ack. Snow! Quick, slam on the brakes." Careening vehicles follow. Or. "Yikes, snow. Shut down the office and schools for a week. Call in the National Guard. Load up on food and gas! It's the end of the world!"

As we drove on to the coffee shop, we passed two kids outside trying to make a snow something or other. Do you know how hard this is when there isn't any on the ground? But I give them credit. They were trying. 

So, we get to our gathering and wait and wait and wait. And, guess what. No one showed up. Groan. I should have known. Next time, if we see a flake, we are NOT moving to get off the couch.

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