To quote a great American philosopher, the waiting is the hardest part.
As I write this, the mythical St. Patrick's Day storm about which I spoke yesterday is just beginning to materialize. The rain that was supposed to kick it off has been here, and I'm sure the system will have moved enough very shortly to commence the heavy snowfall (with a forecast of 12-16 inches here in Marquette by the lake). It was, however, supposed to start last night but, like much of our weather this winter, refused to cooperate.
So I guess we have that going for us, right?
8-)
It's in situations like this (or any big event that has the potential to impact our lives in a bad way) that time just seems to idle. We're left to (metaphorically) twiddle our thumbs waiting for whatever's happening to actually happen, putting a damper on whatever it was that we wanted to do. And that's true today—it's St. Patrick's Day. Should we celebrate? Should we be safe?
Does the corned beef care if we're about to get a foot (or more) or snow?
We'll see what happens. Like I said, I have no idea. But we'll find out soon. And since it's St. Patrick's Day, a day when green rules, and also since we're getting kind of sick of all this snow and ready to green to rule our lives, I'll leave you with this picture. Hopefully, with the green (and purple, for St. Urho's Day yesterday), it'll be a good luck charm.
Hopefully.
Details on how bad (or not) it was Monday. Have a safe weekend!
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