I woke up this morning to three text messages from King County Metro Transit. This is in addition to the ten text messages they sent me yesterday and the thirteen texts the day before.
METRO SNOW ROUTES!
WINTER STORM EXPECTED!
CANCELING 27 ROUTES!
See, here in Seattle we’re rather hysterical about snow.
Seattle Public School announced school closures for yesterday, when there was no snow on the ground and it wasn’t even snowing yet. I’m all for preparation, but am I the only one who’s noticed that sometimes the weather forecast is wrong?
The papers were all talking about a MAJOR SNOW EVENT.
Snowmageddon! they called it. Or Snowpocalypse!
We like our coffee with a side of drama, up here in the icy north.
“Mommy, starting at 4am we will get SEVEN TO FIFTEEN INCHES!” CJ’s eyes are wide and he’s having trouble staying in his chair at the dinner table. The prospect of all that snow PLUS no school is enough to make his arms and legs need to do a hootenanny.
It makes me nervous.
The last time they forecasted PILES OF SNOW and closed the schools in advance we got nothing. Not even a little flake.
So, like the good mother that I am, I try to prepare CJ for the worst.
“The thing is, CJ, the weatherman is often wrong.”
“NO!” he looks at me with horror.
“I think it’s safest to plan on no snow. Then, if we get snow, we’ll be surprised and happy. But if we don’t get snow, we won’t be disappointed.”
CJ shakes his head and crosses his arms. “No mommy, we will get snow. SEVEN TO FIFTEEN INCHES. Starting at 4am.”
I hope the weatherman is right. If not I’m going to have to hunt him down and give him a stern talking to.
My eyes pop open this morning. 7am. I’m afraid to look outside.
But then I see it… magical white blanket covering the ground, the trees, the road.
It’s not seven OR fifteen inches. Not even close.
But it’s snow, and school is cancelled.
Snowmageddon tastes good with my morning coffee.
Snow!