Craptastic
Yep, the forecast yesterday was for 6-8 inches of snow, starting last night through this afternoon. I was a little excited about it, actually. I was looking forward to some nice snow, getting out to play with the boys, enjoying the beauty of it. It started snowing right on cue last night. I went to bed expecting the district to call a snow day.
Yep. Snow day. Got the phone call a little before 7:00 this morning. Got up, looked out the window, and saw MAYBE an inch of snow on the ground. It changed over to freezing rain about 8:00. So now we have ice on top of snow and it's started just plain raining now.
I hate the weather forecasters here.
I really hate the weather here.
I keep looking at the forecasts for ABQ with longing for the sun and the warmer temperatures. It's done very little but be rainy and cold and lousy since November here. The ground is soggy and squishy, so you really can't even get out and play on the few dry days where it's not frostbite cold and windy.
I look at this, and I think about spending two more winters here and then four more in upstate New York. Then I think about the fact that we'll probably end up coming back here so we can PCA and get the kids through high school. Then I realize that's going to be FOURTEEN years of lousy winters, and I think I'll just slit my wrists now and get it over with.
(OK, that's melodrama, just so everyone knows.)
Ugh.
Yep. Snow day. Got the phone call a little before 7:00 this morning. Got up, looked out the window, and saw MAYBE an inch of snow on the ground. It changed over to freezing rain about 8:00. So now we have ice on top of snow and it's started just plain raining now.
I hate the weather forecasters here.
I really hate the weather here.
I keep looking at the forecasts for ABQ with longing for the sun and the warmer temperatures. It's done very little but be rainy and cold and lousy since November here. The ground is soggy and squishy, so you really can't even get out and play on the few dry days where it's not frostbite cold and windy.
I look at this, and I think about spending two more winters here and then four more in upstate New York. Then I think about the fact that we'll probably end up coming back here so we can PCA and get the kids through high school. Then I realize that's going to be FOURTEEN years of lousy winters, and I think I'll just slit my wrists now and get it over with.
(OK, that's melodrama, just so everyone knows.)
Ugh.