. . . to have all the radio stations in the Philadelphia area take "White Christmas" out of their airplay rotation.
It's like some sort of snow spell or something--play it enough, and we get socked, over and over. I had a white-knuckled drive home from work Saturday evening on a slippery, dark, whited-out main road.
A white Christmas in Philly isn't normal. In fact, after the next round of snow (tomorrow, aka TUESDAY, and I predict a two-hour delay for school), we're headed for 50-degree temps by the end of the week.
If people want to see snow so badly on this side of the state, they can hit the slopes.
Or maybe they can just keep on driving to Vermont.
And that GIRL happens to be Yours Truly.
(BTW the Commish also happens to be a girl!)
I suspect she might be saying this to get everyone else riled up--to come after me. I'd better watch out!
|Isn't this what they mean by "Bowl Games"?|
And anybody who was either attending or watching the Eagles game knew it.
The snow stopped late this afternoon, so I guess it won't be "turning into rain" as the forecasters had been saying! As I type right now, the snowplow is wrapping up its work in the front driveway and I guess will be heading to the rear lot to clear it as much as possible. It sounds as if around here it could ice up overnight, so tomorrow morning's conditions are anyone's guess.
My dad called at about 1 p.m. to see if I had made it home from Mass O.K., but I had opted to go to the vigil Mass last night (didn't have to cantor) and avoided the whole thing. Good, he said, because he didn't have an easy time getting home from church. The streets got slippery very quickly.
So what did I do indoors as the snow fell? Cleaning and rearranging the living room. The arrangement I've had probably since I set up the new stereo isn't really working out. Plus, I need a spot to put up the Christmas tree, of course.
This is shaping up to be a project that might take a few more evenings to complete, but I know things are going to get more hectic as Christmas approaches--a mandatory prayer service at school Thursday night, a holiday party for my public library job Friday night, and then I'm on the Reference Desk for the next two weekends. So I'd better keep going on the clean-out.
And, hey, if we do get ice, maybe I'll get to stay home tomorrow (or part of tomorrow) and get more done then, too.
As usual, when you move stuff around you find a few surprises. So far I've found a gift card for Maggiano's (or Chili's) with $19.90 left on it, and some photos my mom had given me when she was cleaning out at the end of the summer. One photo had "1997" in her handwriting on the back of it.
|It's The Cat's Very First Christmas!|
(My parents' living room/steps.)
Hard to believe it's almost her 16th!