random truths – Day 1,072 (Wednesday) – weather

A new crown was installed in my mouth this morning, but the really big news was donuts at the office, the orange line subway car on 495 North, and the weather. Despite traveling 495 North to the office from the dentist with my sleek, smooth, new porcelain crown freshly planted in my mouth, I saw nothing odd like a subway car. Or maybe I'm now just numb to oddities.

Advisories appeared on the weather app on the phone and the toolbar thingy on the work computer. A phone call from "Emergency Notifications" and a text alert came in from the city around 2:00 about the parking ban going into effect at 9:00 pm and lasting “until such time the ban is lifted.” 

Throughout the day, weather reports referenced 4:00 as some magical hour for things to begin and the end of things was noted as Thursday afternoon at 1:00. At 4:00 it was just cloudy, and the same at 5:00.

Once home, I changed into my lounge around the house fleece pants and parked my butt on the couch with a piece of pizza. This was followed by half a box of on-sale Valentine chocolates bought Tuesday night. The weather was completely forgotten. The focus was New Amsterdam and the multiple dramas at the hospital, including a hurricane.

Snow arrives.

Winston signaled his desire to go out side at 8:30 by leaving his bed and standing quietly near the front door and scratching it lightly. As Win went outside to the front yard, snow silently fell. The air was full of it, the front lawn was lightly coated, the pavement was wet. Only two cars could be seen parked on the street, but the parking ban still had 30 minutes before taking effect. The weather report referenced the “heavy wintry mix soon” and the weather advisory was extended until 4:00 am on Friday.

After a winter that was mostly a non-event, I’m not really in the mood for it now. Months ago, when the snow shoes were pulled from the shed and set in the front porch in anticipation of winter activity, I was ready. Now, not so much. 

But it’s New England, and the weather is famous for its fickleness. Maybe we’ll get a bunch of snow or rain or mix or slush, maybe we won’t. I guess we’ll see in the morning. The shovel and rock salt are standing ready near the front door like they have from months. It'll be fine.