I wonder if weather forecasters, when they go to weather forecasting school, are required to take a class called Storm of the Century 101. I think that's where they learn to make each approaching weather system sound like it brings with it the end of the world.
I have decided that my dogs are pretty good weather forecasters. Before the snow started, they were restless. They paced. They went to their beds but sat up in them, alert. They came to me for attention. They sat in the middle of the living room floor, facing the windows and watched. I knew from past experience that they wouldn't settle down until the storm arrived. And if I went ahead to bed, Lily would take it upon herself to keep me, and the whole building, apprised of the progress of the storm. With barks. Lots of them. So I found an old movie, did some hand sewing on my quilt, and waited with them.
Close to 1 AM they both went to bed for the night. I looked out the window. Snow was falling. The wind was blowing. The storm had arrived and all was well in their world.
This morning it is still snowing. The wind is still blowing, but not as strong as last night. According to the Doppler Radar website, it looks like the storm will move on in another few hours, followed by sunshine. The police scanner is fairly quiet. My kids went to work early to beat the traffic, and reported no problems with the roads. Oldest son, who lives SW of me, says the roads are bad in his area, but he made it home OK after his night job. I heard a rumor that temps are supposed to be in the low 40's tomorrow. I like it.
God's Word of the Day, 3/22/18
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