Although I could be anywhere, here I am in Seattle, where for the last 5 or more years we have not had any significant or long lasting snow.
This does not stop hysterical TV meteorologists from predicting snow and so Monday of this week dire shrieks of snow were broadcast. Nothing. Then the drums started beating and the ologists started shouting, "Thursday snow!"
And finally the snow fell. Warm snow. Large flakes. Flakes conjugating with other flakes to make veritable falling snowballs, soon pumpkin sized.
From my office window I watched a young woman get buried by a single blog of flakes.
Her companions valiantly dug her out and other than being breathless appeared to be ok.
All of them then ran quickly to the shelter of a carport and waited until the flakes became somewhat smaller.
The snow did not stick to the roads, but everyone still drove like little old ladies on Prozac. Today the ologists are predicting snow tonight but then saying it will all melt on Saturday.
What I don't understand is why they hardly ever predict when we'll be struck by meteors? I hope you all realized that recent telescopian discoveries have found thousands, yes I said thousands, of more meteors out there than previously known.
It's just a matter of time before some one of you gets squashed unless those METEORologists start forecasting better than they forecast for snow.