… when we get one.
I was all ready to get some great photographs of my snow-covered street here once the storm came through.
This is one of the last in the area to get plowed … so I figured that when I got up this morning I’d get a great snow-covered, snowy treed, snowy split rail fenced, snowy everythinged picture.
Perfect for a blog entry about snow, hot chocolate and whatnot.
A friend from California had posted this picture of the storm from a satellite, I’m assuming. And yours truly was ready for the worst.
Maine to North Dakota to Ohio.
Largest Blizzard In Decades.
Several Feet Of Snow.
Swallow The Northeast.
Massive Snowfall, Powerful Wind Gusts, Historic Blizzard.
Thousands Stuck On The Highways.
Hundreds Of Flights Cancelled.
Five Foot Snow Drifts In Boston.
Steven Colbert wouldn’t lie.
And I distinctly remembered reading a Winter Storm Warning on-air Thursday night. Six to ten or more inches of snow … at least. Cold temperatures. Winds. Starting Friday. Going through till Saturday.
It even had a name. Winter Storm Nemo.
And Nemo spelled backward is Omen.
So I was sure that I’d at least get a good picture or two.
When Superstorm Sandy came through, I got a new roof out of the deal. Was Nemo good for a new kitchen floor maybe?
I could only hope.
Maybe I wouldn’t get to drive the better part of an hour early this morning to a customer location and discuss databases. Because one of my favorite things is to get up at the break of dawn on a weekend to go to work. Driving on the snow and ice. After shoveling out from a foot or two of snow.
So when the snow started late yesterday afternoon, I started practicing my sad face and regretful tone for when I would call my customer to say how sorry I was that I would have to sleep in this morning.
“Its snowing like mad here … and it is on its way to you. Might have to postpone our meeting tomorrow.” I said, trying to sound regretful.
“I know how much you wanted to go over this stuff. Let’s wait and see how things are in the morning” they said. “It’s sunny and gorgeous here.”
I must have sounded too regretful. Or something.
This morning I woke up to … nothing.
No freezing temperatures.
The good news is they loved the database. And I didn’t have to shovel several feet of snow.
And the further good news is I had the rest of the day to do absolutely nothing … except change the water for Fred, Bert and Ernie. And catch up on some reading.
The bad news is there are no great snow-covered pictures for the blog here.
Maybe next storm.