Winter is finally here. Saw my first sun dog on the way home today. Cold weather is here for awhile.
Yesterday, while the snow was really coming down, a colleague said that days like that made him wish he had a fireplace to sit down in front of and a good book to curl up with.
My students could only hope for an early out.
Gail, who is living with us now and helping us with Kenzie, is always worried about the weather. This, of course, is a sign of growing older. Mom was the same way. However, Dad, who spent most of his life driving truck, drove through every type of weather imaginable.
Anytime we were planning on going anywhere, Mom was glued to the radio. Gail is the same way.
I'd just as soon head out and damn the weather. I mean I drove through a blizzard once on the way back from the SnowBowl in Fargo in 1995.
Every day when I get home, Gail questions me about the weather. Just today she asked, "How were the roads?"
"Fine."
"Was it blowing?"
"No. Just cold."
Then Gail peered out the window and said, "Looks like the wind is picking up. The branches are moving more than they have all day."
I looked out and the branches were calm. I didn't want to argue with her that it doesn't do much good trying to judge the wind when we live in the middle of town.
But, again, Mom was the same way. Of course, Mom's vision was never the greatest so whenever we were driving, she'd think just a few snowflakes were much worse than they appeared.
Gail is a bit like this too. She always says, "It's starting to drift" after she gets home.
Now, when I hear the word 'drift," I think of those fingers of snow that form in the lands that the driver just plows through. When Gail says "drift" though, I think she just simply means some snow is blowing across the road.
Just now the weather is on and she is glued to the TV.
Uh-oh. They just warned us about the dreaded, "Snow Warning."
Maybe I'll drive her back home this weekend.
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