Getting back into snow mode. Storm coming Saturday we’ll say noonish, but that time is flexible right now.
Over my career I have felt like the guy who belts a walk-off homer and also like the one who gave up that pitch! It is awful to be wrong. I try hard to be right because I fear being wrong. That’s a pretty good motivator.
Year-by-year the amount of snow becomes less important. It snows–life stops. Schools have buses. They don’t want them traipsing around in the snow. I savvy.
For grownups, we’re all a little spoiled. The clean-up has been mechanized and perfected. No one is snowed in for long.
We’re taking Stef to the airport Saturday. She”s heading down for a week in Florida with my parents… in the condo… in Boynton. It is its own little soap opera with a well established cast.
My parents lived here in town as Steffie grew up. They are very close. All sides are looking forward to this.
When she gets there they’ll call and give us crap about the snow.