Thank Grog It’s Firday,
So, we here on the West Coast know that you folks from colder climates are likely to make fun of all of the news of our “Snow-Ma-Geddon” (not to be confused with Rhiannon Giddens, the absolutely stunning folk/roots singer). Not sure why my mind jumped to that…but I have had so little sleep, and so much added stress this week, that my brain (what is left at this advanced age) is in free-fall (no…not the Tom Petty song). But, I digress…
This week, right in the final stages of planning our huge FUNdraiser for my Rotary club…and pulling 16-hour days, 7 days a week for the last 4 weeks, we got hit with what they are calling a “100 year snow event.” It was impressively insane…but, anyone my age remembers a handful of “snow events” bigger than this one. We did get almost 2 feet…really fast ( we got 4′ in 1969). And it was the kind of heavy, wet snow that breaks trees…and power poles…and all sorts of other stuff.
It’s the kind of snow that had all of the West Coast folks going, “Oh…isn’t it beautiful! I hope we get a Snow Day!” after a few hours, but then, “OH DEAR GOD…PLEASE LET IT MELT!! So they can turn the electricity and cable back on!” after three days of more snow…freezing rain…and biting wind.
And by Wednesday night…it was obvious…we had to postpone the event. So there were 225 people to be informed. Catering cancelled. Everything put on hold. And boxes and boxed of auction items stacked up in my family room.
But then…things got weirdly joyful.