Wishing for a snow day.
I miss the good old days. Back when stormy weather meant a snowstorm that could keep you to school for a day or two. Back when bad water meant to warm. I agree I have been lucky I have known a lifetime without war or pestilence or any of the other things that made history so interesting. But I still worry. About a year ago we had our first face to face with the hurricane. A real one. And now any possibility of something like that causes stress. There is a storm coming. Almost a week away and we do not know if it will come this way or just close by the stress is real. I have things I’d like to do with my life but right now I mean what people call a holding pattern waiting to see what happens next. And that whole waiting thing is not good. Yes I miss the old days when the risk was snowstorm was the biggest thing in my life. And there will be other snowstorms. Probably in the next few months. But until then I have to wait for what the forecast people say will happen or not happen. Funny how they get away with that. Just throw it out there and tell us to deal with it. I know full well is standing in front of the window and watching will change nothing. Nor will hiding in the basement make things go away. I have considered the idea but then there’s food and water and all the stuff that we need to make the day go by better. What if the roof leaks or window breaks or wild animals come around looking for food I guess I should go back to hiding my head. Put on some good music and listen. And if worse comes to worse add go outside and get blown around by the wind.
