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As soon as the snow melts


Last week my son was so upset with the local meteorologists. They had foretold that a couple of weeks ago there could possibly be a snow storm that would mean schools would be closed in the Treasure Valley.
The snow storm did arrive on Wednesday morning, but the timing was off. They had predicted the snow would arrive extremely early morning. Even though it was “storming chainsaws” (my son’s creative description of the 5 inches of snow that piled up in a matter of a couple of hours) a snow day wasn’t declared since it didn’t start until AFTER the kids were in school.
When he came home that day, he asked quite indignantly why bother listening to the weather reports?
 I rarely watched the weather reports until we moved to Idaho. When we lived in Las Vegas, it was either hot or cold. We only changed our windshield wipers when the sun dried them out to shreds.
Here in Idaho, there is actual change in seasons. To be prepared, I started watching the weather reports religiously.  Granted, the majority of the time the meteorologists are pretty accurate and I can plan my driving and wardrobe accordingly.
Unfortunately, the answer I could give him wasn’t clear-cut. Watching the weather reports gives us an idea of what to expect, but weather cannot be 100% predictable. Weather doesn’t watch the clock and perform on schedule.  The one saving grace I offered him was snow does have a tendency not to stick around long. In a couple of days, it’s all melted away.
As expected, he didn’t buy this circular answer, so I finished up with some tidy, motherly advice—perhaps he needs to think of being a meteorologist when he grows up! 

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