Last night Rea watched television with bated breath as school after school around us closed in anticipation of the Great Blizzard of 2010. She even slept with her pajamas inside-out, flushed ice cubes and put spoons under all of our pillows!
However, our school never came across the TV screen. We didn't get the early morning phone recording. It was not meant to be, as usual, the poor children of our fair city were "cheated" out of a snow day. I don't know how he does it, but I think the School Superintendent must be a steely-eyed poker player - cause he plays some pretty mean odds. Once again he gambled and this morning we woke up with nary a flake of snow on the ground and while every district within 75 miles of us is closed.
I'm wondering now though if his gamble is going to come back and bite him this afternoon - it's been snowing pretty good for a while now - not a lot, but some of the roads are beginning to cover and I suspect that it may get slick and slushy by the time school is out.
Suppose the odds man thought the whole day through? At 3:15, a horde of inexperienced high school drivers are going to hit the snow-slick, slushy roads and head home.
That, my friends, is a scary thought...