There is a storm coming. We are in the path of a large cloud that is dropping quite a few flakes. Could be 6 inches of snow by the time it's over, which is a lot for here, I'm told. Not being a native, I think it is cool. People who have lived here (at least the ones I talk to with any regularity) HATE the snow.
It is actually pretty funny when snow is mentioned in the St. Louis area. You would think that we were being invaded by all of the people madly stocking up on milk, gooey butter cake (isn't that stuff the best?), and Twinkies. Since we are on the subject of snow, most of the drivers I have encountered seem to have never EVER learned how to drive in the snow. Well, a lot of them act like it, anyway.
I wish I could come up with something deep and profound and insightful about storms and tie it into something that will change someone's perspective on life. (Sigh)
The last big storm here was nothing to sneeze at (where did that expression come from?) I should have taken pictures. the ice was everywhere. I had seen pictures AFTER an ice storm in an anonymous picturesque town that is always so willing to smile for the camera...simply gorgeous and breathtaking. Until now I had NO idea about how that little phenomenon happens. Crazy. Snapped tree limbs and cracked power poles...I should have taken pictures to show the hidden story that no one will tell you.
Tangent alert - I should use more pictures in my blog. Actually, I should use pictures, period. Then maybe someone will actually read it.
The posting of a thousand pictures begins with one bonehead finally posting the first picture. -Anonymous
If you are reading this and you are not me, leave me a short, pithy comment. Say hi, tell me you absolutely are enthralled by the psychological train wreck that is my blog. Otherwise, if you are me, don't leave any comments...I already know what you think.
Well, we'll see what tomorrow brings. Let it snow (but not in my corner...I'm going to be there)
JRod
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