DISCLAIMER: This post has nothing at all to do with my normal topics of conversation, and is merely a rant about the weather patterns of northeast Ohio. Read at your own peril.
Ahh, the sight of a fresh blanket of white covering all as you glance out your window in the morning…
Is met with much less derision come December, not October 24. I mean, I know it’s Cleveland, and we’re in the snow-belt, blah-blah-blah, but really? Eight inches of lake-effect slop for the first snow of the year (and potentially still counting)? It’s supposed to be a light covering that melts by midday, just to kinda give everyone a heads-up “hey, it’s that time of year again, better put on your winter face.” At least give me some time to get used to it again. Not just me, but everything. C and I saw a huge ‘V’ of geese out in the snowstorm, honking loudly and looking rather bewildered as they headed south. I’m pretty sure they were thinking, “Wait’ll we hit South Carolina and find that lousy travel agent who wouldn’t book our flight for yesterday… said we had nothing to worry about…”