It took its sweet time this year, but winter has finally arrived in New Hampshire. There’s snow on the ground and we’ve had a biting, sub-zero wind chill going on. And now, tomorrow morning, a “wintry mix” for the morning commute.
Of course, tomorrow is the day I’m supposed to drive down to the southern part of the state for some award luncheon with the Short Kid being put on by the ginormous investment company who sponsored a mock stock market competition. Thanks to Amazon’s unexpectedly not-awesome numbers (he was anticipating a Fire-induced surge), SK’s team didn’t win the stock market portion, but they won a part of the competition sponsored by the state’s largest newspaper. They had to show how the news affects the market and his team did an excellent job, including showing not only how the passing of Steve Jobs made a difference, but the breaking news of the sold-out status of the iPhone 4S.
Enter the wintry mix. I never, ever drive to the southern part of the state because high-traffic areas give me anxiety. And if the schools have a two-hour delay, the teen would have to walk TO school, which he’s never done. And in a wintry mix, to boot. But I’ll make it work, even if it becomes a two-hour trip down in four-wheel drive. Unless they postpone it. Or my husband says not to go.
But the Short Kid is checking his weather app every ten seconds to see if there’s been a meteorological miracle.