Chicken little says "The storm is coming!"
This has been a helluva week so far (and it's only Wednesday). Here's what's happened:
Saturday night: It snows in Seattle (rare, but it does happen). The kids go outside instead of going to bed.
Sunday - The temperature drops in to the 20s. Snow doesn't melt. Drivers are confused.
Monday - The phone rings at 6:30 a.m. In my bedroom. I don't move, hoping Brenda will get it. She does. School is two hours late. I take Drew to pre-school, which opens at 9:30. Brenda and Cameron wait for a school bus that never arrives. (Why did they send out that snow schedule?)
Tuesday - Brenda has moved the phone out of the bedroom. It doesn't matter; when it rings at 7:30 a.m., she jumps up to get it. It's a friend calling to tell us that school is, yet again, two hours late. This time, it's my turn to wait around with the kids. We go to McDonald's for breakfast. I hear about a HUGE storm coming in after midnight. Meetings are cancelled at work.
Wednesday - Even though it's not snowing, Seattle Schools are ALL CLOSED in preparation for THE STORM. Brenda and I stay home with the kids, taking turns working remotely. The storm never arrives. But we hear it's snowing everywhere else (Olympia, Tacoma, Port Townsend, etc).
- Fire the meteorologists who came up with this forecast for Seattle.
- The Seattle School district should stop cancelling school based on any forecast. (My guess is there were millions of dollars of lost productivity today based on this one mistake.)
- Seattle needs to get tough about snow. It's just rain that's a little frozen.
Thursday - 1:02 a.m. I just looked out the window. Still no snow.