More Reasons To Hate Snow

What a depressing weekend for us, here on the Northcoast of Nowhere. The storm that wasn't supposed to touch our county managed to drop 14 inches of the dreaded white stuff in less than 12 hours. Friday night, Middle Child was singing with the Women's Concert Choir at a show in town. The drive home was truly frightening. There was already about 5 inches on the ground and not a snow plow in sight. We have a steep hill on the way home, and I was fish tailing it in the van the entire drive up. At the top of the hill is an overpass over the interstate. There is nothing scarier than to feel as though you are losing control of your vehicle near a bridge, while seeing headlights coming your way in the opposite direction. I was doing some serious praying aloud during those few minutes of terror. I probably permanently scarred my child. Hmmm....what's worse, listening to your mom swearing up a storm or praying, when you are sitting helplessly in the backseat?

Saturday was not an improvement for Middle Child. The state solo and ensemble contest that she had prepared for for over three months was canceled, due to the weather. She had memorized 'Per la gloria d'adorarvi' in Italian and was prepared to be judged. Countless hours were spent the last few weeks getting the dynamics down pat. Not to mention the amount of money I spent on vocal coaching. All for nothing. The event will not be rescheduled.

We are an angry lot right now.