from my summer 2008 advenure

Monday, January 26, 2009

I get a rush from a potential ice storm - do you?

You know exactly what I am talking about...our Dallas weather people get all worked up and in turn we get all worked up about the prospect of an "ice-event" here in our DFW area.
Why do so many of us get reved up!

Does it bring back those emotions we had as kids as we headed off to bed hoping and dreaming and praying that we would wake up to ice covered trees and streets? What is it? Our thrill at the prospect of an adventure? the prospect of no school or no work? I want it to be true - but I am so afraid they will be wrong - again! I don't thing my heart can handle being broken again!

Maybe-just maybe the weather will turn extra nasty during the day and all across Dallas the cry will go out for all school children to be dismissed early and for all moms and dads to head straight to get their kids, then home to hot chocolate and rented movies and grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup and Fritos.

Please let it be so!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Is it that longing to live out the Norman Rockwell way of life, if only for a day or two? What was it that was so appealing about those TV Christmas specials by the Osmonds, Andy Williams and the others, where everyone has a steaming mug and gathers around the piano to sing while snow falls gently outside? And do our Yankee counterparts actually sit around the fireplace, sipping on hot cocoa, curled up in blankets, snug and cozy? Or do they yearn to lay around in the sunshine in March and April like we do, taking in the beauty of the spring flowers, wearing those sleeveless Easter dresses and counting the days until the pool opens in May? Hmmm...to keep my sanity, I tell myself the grass must only SEEM greener North of the Red River, and those folks feel the same about us. But who could fault us for longing for that ONE day of the year where we put the world on hold and snuggle into our cozy little houses, with a few extra marshmallows in the hot chocolate? A girl can dream, can't she?