Last night they called for snow! Beautiful, wonderful, glorious snow. Okay, I know snow is the bane of many people’s existences but considering I was born and raised in Fort Lauderdale, I think the stuff is pure magic. So stick with me for a just a few minutes.
I’m not kidding when I say that I have always wanted to live in a place with four seasons. Snow and all. I thought that would happen moving to Charlotte in 2011, but last winter was the first winter with barely any snow in 100 years. I mean, of course, right? Stands to reason.
So last night they predicted snow. 100% chance of the good stuff. Two to four inches of the frozen little flakes falling and blanketing the street, if only for a second before it melted away. People were tweeting about it and prepping for it. I told Adam that perhaps we should prepare for it as well and he quickly disagreed, “We’ll be fine, it’s not that bad of a storm” he said to which I replied “Ah ha, famous last words”. I won’t say I told you so, I won’t (but I did tell him so). Around 8 PM, as were running to the post office the lights flickered and then quickly snapped off. Darkness infiltrated our home and the neighborhood, plus or minus five homes that are randomly on another grid than ours. Lucky ducks. We drove to the post office and realized that a power line was down at the exit of our neighborhood. So scary! We promptly found another exit, but boy that had me nervous. Downed power lines are never a good thing.
We drove to the shopping center nearby and it was dark. Servers in restaurants trying to close everything up by flashlight, patrons of the grocery store leaving empty-handed, unable to pay for their purchases. It was a bit eery. We figured that we wouldn’t be making homemade pizzas tonight, despite having the ingredients already, and made a pit stop to Chick-Fil-A. Let’s just mention the fact that for a second I thought we were going without dinner that night. Like cooking our own dinner or buying something at the grocery store were our only two options. I know, so ridiculous but I was so anxious! Adam suggested fast food and I told him I wasn’t hungry. Stress zaps my appetite to smithereens. But then, well, Chick-Fil-A is delicious and those waffle fries sure would be nice on a night such as this. So we did that and we didn’t starve after all.
We got home, lit a bunch of candles, got the dogs as settled as possible which was very difficult since Nola is OBSESSED with light reflected on the walls. During the day the blinds stay closed because if a speck of light dare escape the dark clenches of the curtains, she will jump on the wall and make the most awful nails-on-a-chalkboard sounding scratch you have ever heard. All to try and catch this darn light. So a dark room with flickering candles? Not a great environment for Nola.
Thankfully my computer was fully charged and we watched Friends, munched on our Chick-Fil-A, sipped on some two buck Chuck and played a very long round of War. It was nice, actually. A bit more peaceful than normal. Our power was back on after a four hour siesta and our food didn’t spoil. Little victories.
Now, back to the snow……..it never happened. It fell JUST south of us(I’m talking 15-20 minutes away) and just North of us. But not here. We live in some weird weather vortex, I swear. Our weather is never the same as 90% of our county. To say I was bummed is truly an understatement. I had my hopes up incredibly high, you guys. I know it’s not a big deal, but for a girl whose dream growing up was to have snow in her own front yard, it sort of is.
So, no snow yet. But I’m staying hopeful. The countdown is on and I’m really hoping for a good few inches of flakes before Spring comes around this year. We’ll see, I suppose. Until then, at least the sun has peeked it’s way back out from hiding. Like I said, little victories.