TEENY BIT OF SNOW

We had a teeny bit of snow for about a milli-second.

In a way, it's a relief because my car handles like garbage in the snow. I used to have four-wheel drive, and I enjoyed running out to the store in the middle of a blizzard just because I could. Now, when I see the slightest snowflake, I go into panic mode if I have to drive because I know I'll slide around more than a toddler on hockey skates.

But, I do love the snow. 

That first snowfall is tough at school, too. When those fat flakes fall out of the sky, it's like the kiddos have never seen it before in their entire thirteen years on Earth. Of course, I'm just as bad as they are. Once the snow starts, it's really difficult to reel them back in and equally difficult for me to collect my thoughts enough to try to get them back on task.

I suppose it's a lucky thing that the sun came out by lunch time, except that the heat melted everything away. No fluff stuck to tree branches, no slush clinging to the windshield, and no trace left in the parking lot on the way out at the end of the day.

I should be careful what I wish for, I suppose. I may have said the same thing last blog, but it bears repeating. When one wishes for snow badly enough, it's bound to whack us all at the most inconvenient time. So, when the first seasonal blizzard hits us, I'll be the one hiding around the corner pelting people with snowballs and yelling, "Told ya so!"