“When I say six weeks, I mean six weeks!” - Paunxsutawney Phil.
so the above quote was made up. Forgive me. But if the legend of the
groundhog is true and the furry varmints could speak, that’s what Phil
would have said. Trust me.
The fact is, the first day of spring
does not come until March 20. That means that it is still winter. That’s
right, it’s still winter. So if you are complaining to me about the
snow, I will promptly answer you by reminding you that it is still
winter for nearly another week yet, and winter in this part of the
country means snow!
It’s understandable that there were so many broken hearts Wednesday
morning. If you were up early enough, you watched the rain fall and the
thermometer fall. If you drove to work as the sleet and ice turned to
snow, you watches the other vehicles spin and dance. And if you got up
late in the morning to see snow and whiteout conditions in places, you
may have just crawled back in bed and waited for March 20. It was a
rough time for getting anywhere, but even rougher since it was just a
day after the warmth of Monday and Tuesday. Half the county was pulling
out Hawaiian shirts and Beach Boys records at the beginning of the week.
On Wednesday there were funeral dirges and Christmas tunes filling the
air. Yeah, it was tough. Still is.
It is also tough on the
schools. Oh, the kids will be alright, but the administration, staff,
and board members have to be pulling their collective hair out trying to
figure out how many days of school they have to make up, not to mention
which days those days will be. I do know that Crestview approved a
restructured school calendar for the current school year Monday night.
Then, less than 36 hours later, classes were called off and another day
will need to be made up. The district in which my wife teaches still
hasn’t made public when classes will be held the rest of the school year
and when they won’t. It’s to the point where she can’t make plans for
her summer job or extra activities, and don’t even ask me about taking a
summer vacation this year. Hope it eventually warms up!
the week’s snowstorm was cause for celebration for some folks: snowplow
service operators, cross-country skiers, auto-body repair shops,
slush-lovers, people who believe everyday should be like Christmas, and…
well, that’s all I can think of offhand. Most of us are mentally done
with snow for the season. Personally I like snow, but we’re 72 inches —
six feet — of snow into winter, and enough is enough. Except for that
calendar on the wall which tells us that spring is just under one week
away. Until then, it’s still winter.
Now I realize that snow often
creeps out of its appointed season on a semi-regular basis. Winter
doesn’t begin until December 21, and there have been plenty of times I
have been shoveling snow on my early-December birthday. I remember, over
the years, several April storms and more than one White Easter. So I’m
pretending that it can’t stop snowing until March 20, I’m just reminding
us all that just because we have this insatiable desire to runaround in
shorts and flip-flops, you can’t count on anything. The other part of
all that is that even though the end of March will be officially spring,
snow isn’t out of the question. In fact when I talked to EMA Director
Rick McCoy this week, he was in no mood to predict the end of snowstorms
for this winter. He said the weather will run hot and cold — Really
nice to ridiculously snowy and cold. This shouldn’t surprise anyone who
has lived in this part of the world for more than a week.
must all be prepared. Carry a pair of sunscreen-lined gloves or a ski
mask with shaded lenses over the eyes for the next few weeks. And next
February 2, pay close attention to the groundhog. It’s obvious he means
what he says!