Where is this terrible winter that the weather people
promised us?
They swore it would be awful in the Delaware Valley. A
few months ago, before the chill of autumn had faded to the numbness of winter,
They forecast dire temperatures and every imaginable form of precipitation:
snow, sleet, ice, freezing rain, etc. Even after last year's endless piles of
snow, They warned us that we might not be done yet. They said we would get 10
percent more snow than last winter. We moaned in pain and started to prepare.
For the most part, the snow stays stubbornly locked into
clouds that barely appear. January has come and gone and our area has had, what
— six inches total plus a couple of single digit nights? This is the heart of
blizzard season and yet all we have on tap is little sputters of snow. The
sleet from the other day was just a pathetic excuse for a Snowmageddon.
What the hell, Farmer's Almanac?
We were promised an awful winter and we damn well better
get it. February and March need to step it up. We stocked up on salt and
shovels. We heard a forecast of a few inches and hit the panic button, raiding
the bread aisle like a bunch of communists who heard the tanks in the distance.
Then nothing happened, or nothing that we would remember in a week. If all that
angst was for nothing, if we make it to Easter unscathed, we're going to feel
pretty ripped off.
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