We are now a week into all this new stuff and it feels the same as the old stuff, except colder. We get cold snaps here in Dixie every winter, frigid one day, warm weather comes back a day later, but the cold came with the new year and stayed. Not blustery snow and sleet cold, but the temperatures get down in the teens at night and forces the dogs to sleep under the covers, our covers. Kind of a furry bed warmer with attitude.
For the past few days the weather people on TV have been talking up a forecast of “Possible” snow for tonight. This caused a mass closing of schools for tomorrow, a run on the food stores for the basic food groups, mainly Vienna sausage for some reason, bottled water and fake fireplace logs. You can’t be too careful with snow storms coming.
The local emergency councils have been in meetings for two days making sure the people are protected. It was 50 degrees this afternoon, but to be prepared, the emergency management team sent the trucks out, spewing sand and salt around on the bridges because, as the signs say, “Bridge may freeze before the road does”.
I know. All you Yankees who live in snow for months during winter laugh at us Southern dip sticks, but we suffer through these periods of cold, in spite of our “Emergency Management” bosses. They don’t get much chance to put on their fancy uniforms, drive around in their four-wheelers, make decisions and stuff so we step aside and nod our heads when they take command of the sand trucks and warn us to let the faucet drip to prevent pipes from freezing. It’s just part of who we are, give or take a dip stick or two.
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