Now this is one of my favorite kinds of times ’round these parts.
My cozy abode in northern Alabama is about to get slammed with a winter storm. I’ve mentioned before that this far south, winter precipitation doesn’t have to be very heavy at all to have a debilitating effect on the community. See, our winter precipitation is neither frequent nor reliable, and when it does happen it never lasts long enough to have a crippling economic effect, so no local governments purchase any significant snow equipment down here. We have a salt/sand truck or two, but no plows, so it doesn’t take much to shut the town down.
So, what you do is you make sure you’re fooded and drinked up, and you stay inside and wait for the roads and businesses to close. We’re having simmered-all-afternoon spaghetti with homemade rosemary bread for dinner, and I’d guess there are ample movies and video games in our immediate futures. The only unpleasant thing I had to do today was get gas for the generator.
With a little luck, they’ll even close school and work tonight, and if that happens we won’t even have to set alarm clocks tomorrow. We had the poetry of a white Christmas already this winter, and this latest event is occurring at the perfect time in the week—on Sunday night, screwing Monday morning travel up and extending the weekend. I’ll take it! Hope my local readers are also pleasantly hunkered down!