Gambling on Snow

Living in Atlanta, there isn't much opportunity for snow. As WSB meteorologist Kirk Mellish put it, "it's usually one and done". Well, we had snow this week. I have the busted knee and elbow to prove it. Clearly I've lost my ability to walk on a snowy driveway by moving south. What has happened to me? The shame...

Now here we are again, just a couple days later, facing the prospect of even more snow than the inch or two we got Wednesday night. The prospect of snow just creates buzz. Not just the insane rush to the supermarket mayhem, but excitement at work and at home. Because down here, the threat of snow is given all due respect with the pre-first-flake closing of all schools and civic organization events.

That means that work could also be delayed and outright canceled. Who isn't stoked about that? So what if you still have to work from home, it's still a snow day. No shower, no commute, lots of window gazing.

"Look at the fluffy snow...aaahhhh....oooohhhh."

The forecast has also sparked some childlike behaviors inside me. I am gambling on percentages, probabilities of enough snow to have a snow day. I am effectively wagering on snow odds to convince our self to do weekend type activities on a "school night".

"Stay up late - why not?!? It will be dangerous enough out there that the office couldn't possibly be open until noon if at all!"

"Let's eat rich food, junk food even. Diet be damned. It's a special night, why not?"

Why not, indeed. Because after all, it is the south, and the likelihood will be that it will be work as usual. But what fun it was to watch the flurries, stay up late, and act like a kid again.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.