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The weather forecast said there was a snowstorm coming up the coast...
they said snow would start before midnight and change over to scattered
flurries and squalls by noon... total accumulation four to seven inches.
About 11:30 last night it was snowing... and when I got up this morning
it was snowing... but there was only an inch or two on the ground.
I went out and cleared the driveway and sidewalk but by the time I finished,
the areas where I had started were all covered over again... but the snow
fall soon stopped and the sun began to shine. |
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Radio and television news programs (should I put "news" in quotation
marks?) get so excited about weather events. (Hey, they're always using
terms like "weather event" or "precipitation event")
They have hype and generate drama and carry on and on... No wonder there
are people who don't evaucuate for major huricanes -- after the dramatic
gloom and doom that accompanies every approaching little storm, warnings
about a truly dangerous storm must seem like just more media hype.
Last night they had the usual "LIVE!" coverage from various highway
department garages as the trucks were loaded with salt and sand, etc. And,
of course, the usual requests that once the storm hits, if we did not have
someplace we really had to be, we should stay off the roads. Gee, I'm sure
glad they keep reminding me about that because otherwise, just like everyone
else, if there is really bad weather outside and I have no place that I
simply must be, then I would naturally just get in my car and drive around
randomly, enjoying the icy roads and the terrible driving conditions. Duh.
The answer to my brother's music trivia question in yesterday's comments is: Nee Nee Na Na Na Na Nu Nu was recorded by Dicky Doo and the Don'ts.
And now I've got to post this and dash off. Last year Nancy was in a book discussion group -- you know, where everybody reads the same book and then gets together to discuss it. So she talked me into joining in -- and I enjoyed the kick-off meeting were we talked about books and reading in general. However, I did not care for our first book -- Waiting for the Barbarians by J.M.Coetzee. I think Nancy disliked it even more than I did because
she stopped reading about two-thirds through the book. I made it to the
end but only by doing high-speed reading. The only way I can describe it
is by saying that it is very Kafkaesque. Also dreary and depressing and
seemingly pointless. Also colorless, told in a monotone. Ah well...
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