What a frustrating meteorological event.
It snowed lightly but consistently for about four hours today. It was thick enough to limit driving visibility to maybe two-thirds of normal. No accumulation, though. The coldest I saw on the truck thermometer on the way home from work tonight was 34°.
We just miss significant snowfall every winter now. This time we have tons of moisture, but the thermometer reading is just a bit too tall. Other times the temperature is ideal, but the damned system won’t hold together. That happened a bunch two winters ago. In early 2006 I remember sipping a snifter of Single Barrel, seeing 27.6° on the thermometer on the living room wall, and watching on Doppler a massive wall of water closing rapidly on us from the west, only to have my heart broken as it repeatedly evanesced into nothing 20 miles short of us.
I remember appreciating that I’d had the foresight to avoid talking it up to Nathan.
As I write the rain is all over the place, yet the thermometer defiantly reads 33.8°. Just four or so more degrees, and we’d have three or four inches of snow tomorrow morning.
So close. So far.
I’ve mentioned before that I’m not a big fan of winter, but I do enjoy the occasional snow-in (and a community that doesn’t own a snowplow shuts all the way down at about two inches of snowfall). I’m beginning to think I may have imagined that such used to happen once or twice every winter, because it’s been seven or eight years since we had one. There has been an occasional late morning commute and such in recent years, but nothing paralyzing.
I’ve not been snowed in with my kids yet. We should get that once or twice while they’re young, you know?
It’s only mid-January. Hope.