You may have heard the story of the hard-to-please husband whose wife spent her life trying to please him.
Once, when he was ailing, she asked him what he wanted for breakfast.
He ordered two eggs: one boiled, the other fried. When she brought his breakfast on a tray, he groused, Cant you do anything right? You fried the wrong egg!
Wake Schools administrators can appreciate the anecdote. It seems theyre always frying the wrong egg in the view of many hard-to-please critics. This time it was canceling school in the face of dire warnings of an approaching snowstorm.
The weather prophets were wrong. The snow didnt arrive until after dark, instead of the predicted midday.
Consider another scenario: School officials didnt cancel classes. The big storm arrived on schedule. Children were killed in a collision on an icy street.
So, the kids do a makeup day on a Saturday or holiday. Its not the end of the world, you know. In life, all our eggs arent prepared to perfection.
I was skeptical of the forecasts of the storms predicted ferocity from the beginning.
Usually, a heavy snow is preceded by the arrival of a flock of juncos (snowbirds). On the eve of the snowfall, only one junco was hanging around our bird feeders. Remember, one junco does not a blizzard foretell.
It was not like the snow described in Dylan Thomas A Childs Christmas in Wales:
Our snow was not only shaken from whitewash buckets down the sky, it came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees; snow grew overnight on the roofs of the houses like a pure and grandfather moss, minutely white-ivied the walls and settled on the postman, opening the gate, like a dumb, numb thunderstorm of white, torn Christmas cards.
In dog house
This observation comes from Jimmy Cox of Raleigh:
On Jan 26 you wrote that your neighborhood is going to the dogs and you asked, How many dogs does it take to satisfy one family? I sometimes see dog lovers being dragged along by three or more dogs.
As the proud owner of three wonderful golden retrievers, I ask a similar question: How many kids does it take to satisfy a family? I sometimes see moms being dragged along by three or more kids.
Let it be known that I have given my heart to a number of dogs.
Perhaps the best loved was Amazing Grace, a 4-pound black poodle.
On the way home from the veterinarian, where, in the arms of her mistress, Gracie was put down, I pulled the car over and bawled like a baby.
Then there was my older daughters dog, Summer Snow, also a poodle.
One winter night, while we were baby-sitting Summer, she escaped from the house and went looking for her mistress.
When I wandered the neighborhood, calling. Summer! Summer! Summer Snow! neighbors probably concluded, Poor A.C. has finally flipped.
Our snowfall provided only a small taste of the punishment Mother Nature has visited on other areas during this particularly vicious winter.
Wed better brace ourselves, warned one Raleighite. Northerners deciding I aint gonna take it anymore! will be moving to the Triangle in droves. Lord only knows where were gonna put em! Raleighs bursting at the seams and Carys spilling over.
The recent N&O article on how wild animals endure the bitter cold that makes whimpering sissies of many of us humans was very interesting.
I knew, of course, that bears sleep through the winter. I did not know that bears, even old bears, dont have to get up to go to the bathroom during their months-long snooze.
One more rule
In the Atlanta Constitution, Leo Aikman once gave this advice for a happy marriage: Dont yell at each other unless the house is on fire.
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