Snow or no snow?
That has been the question all winter.
Apparently kids in Northeast Mississippi, especially Tupelo, haven’t been wishing hard enough to get the white stuff to stick.
Or perhaps, the fervent prayers of parents and city managers for no snow days have been overwhelming those wishes. The wonder of snow has a hard time holding up to the challenges of life with icy power lines.
The forecast keeps teasing us. Maybe it will. Maybe it won’t. Stick around for Round 2 tonight. Hope you’ve got your bread and milk.
Of course, dear reader, you already know the answer to the snow question, at least for this morning.
It’s the height of unfairness this winter that snow has largely avoided Tupelo. If we’ve had to suffer through temps in the single digits as if this was Alaska, we should at least have some white stuff to play in.
To add insult to injury for the snow lovers, the white stuff has gone south of us. But then again, so far, we’ve avoided “Snow-mageddon” that gripped Atlanta and Birmingham.
The snowman giveth, and the snowman taketh away after all.
Despite the warnings that a snow day means another day of school when the weather is nice, the rugrats at my house have been hoping for snow. I’d appreciate a chance to throw a snowball or make a snowman, but all the baggage that comes with a wintry precipitation is taking the shine off the idea. After all, there’s no such thing as a free snow day.
If snow’s in the forecast, I have to develop contingency plans. Do we work from home? Do we load the kids up and bring them into the Daily Journal? Which car has the best tires? I compare forecasts compulsively. I consider making check lists.
With all the near misses, the what ifs are getting a bit worn out.
My husband largely subscribes to the Zen school of snow. Maybe it will, maybe it won’t. It is neither good or bad, it simply is. We’ll deal with it when it gets here.
He can take that attitude because he ensured a large pile of firewood and has stockpiled a half-dozen crank-powered gadgets in case of an ice storm. He’s as prepared as he can be.
Whatever this morning has brought, I’m looking forward to spring. Thunderstorms are so much more predictable.
Michaela Gibson Morris is a Daily Journal staff writer. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org or(662) 678-1599.