Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow. I Suspect Whomever Wrote This Had Someone Else Shovel His Sidewalk.

winterWell, it is the middle of winter and with the middle of winter comes the type of weather that the middle of winter brings. Of course, this is dependent on which part of the country (USA) you happen to be standing in when the middle of winter weather comes through.

I know some folks…no a lot of folks, complain about the weather forecasts. I tend to lean in the opposite direction. I can imagine a no more daunting task than trying to predict what will happen weather wise with all the variables that come into play. I’m amazed they’re right as often as they are.

I’ve also noticed that even those that complain about the forecast tune in each night to get the next day’s weather. I recall writing a short story about tornado’s but have never penned anything centered around snow. I read a novel years ago about a blizzard. The only part I recall is several naked and inebriated people running across the top of a large building and being blown over the edge. But I digress.

We are two days from a major snowstorm. The forecast (and this one tickles me) is between 6 and 24 inches. Kinda hard to get that one wrong. I heard through the grapevine if the storm track shifts a few miles to the west, we could end up with anything from a light drizzle to 12 feet of fresh snow in a three hour period. I don’t know, I’m just saying.

I reckon the best way to handle such a situation is to throw another log on the fire, a 20 ounce porter house on the grill and your favorite beverage in hand. Once it’s over you’ll feel confident in rendering your very own hindsight weather forecast. You may very well fall within a 50 or 60 percent chance of being right.

You’ll never know unless you try. So get out there and put those arm chair meteorological skills to work.

This could be fodder for a thrilling novelette centered around why no two snowflakes are identical. The ideas are limitless.

Good luck!

Addendum:  Made it through the storm with a foot of snow.  No power outages except one hour after the storm was over, lost satellite.  Go figure.

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