There is something about that four-letter word... SNOW
I still get excited when I hear it in the forecast. The past few years we have not had much of the white stuff in my part of New Jersey, so getting a measurable snowfall is something special.
I remember the days before we were saturated by news. No internet, text messages, or announcements streaming across the bottom of the local news. We'd wake up early, unable to sleep due to the anticipation. Turning on the transistor radio. Listening eagerly through the crackles. The announcer would rattle off numbers. Then he would say it... 853!!!
That was (I think) the code number that John H Glenn Elementary in Pine Hill would be closed for the day. It was the next best thing to Christmas morning.
Right now we are getting hit with the 2nd wave of the biggest snow storm we've had in about 5 years. In the meantime, I've been working for a few hours waiting for the snow to break. When it does I will venture out to remove a foot a white powder from the steps, sidewalks, and driveway.
I still love the snow. Instead of a day of fun, it now represents a day of work. Not only the work needed to clear it away, but the extra work I'll need to do for the time lost from doing my job. At least I know I have plenty of hot chocolate waiting for me when I'm done shoveling.
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