Expectations were high this past weekend as snow was in the forecast. Students and teachers alike looked hopefully out their windows Sunday evening for the white stuff from heaven to begin falling and provide them a day of relaxation and leisure.
The kids were hoping for a day without the having to hear the droning of their teachers and the assignment of homework to interrupt their gaming time and the teachers were hoping to get a day away from our incorrigible children for an extra day and away from the pressure of benchmarks and preparing for whatever test will fail to work online this year.
But no, the forecasters were wrong. Not only didn’t the ground get covered by the white stuff but, as far as I could tell, there was nothing falling from the sky Sunday night but air.
“Is it snowing yet?” my youngest son Henry asked repeatedly Sunday night, each time looking hopefully at me only to have his hopes dashed by the painful truth.
“But it’s supposed to snow,” he argued, walking past me to look out the window, hoping his looking out would trigger the coming blizzard.
That’s when I decided to give him the benefit of my meteorological knowledge. He’s in fourth grade so surely he can appreciate thermodynamics.
“It’s where Tennessee sits on the map, son,” I explained. “We’re right at the place where it cuts off. You have snow to the north of us and water to the south.”
Henry furled his brow as he strained his eyes against the darkness, hoping for just one flake to fall.
“Well, I don’t like Tennessee then,” he declared, betrayed by the weather forecast.
That’s when it dawned on me that he had learned a valuable lesson about Tennessee that most of us that are more long-in-the-tooth know is a certainty about the Volunteer State and specifically about Warren County, that being, if you don’t like the weather here, wait a few minutes, it’ll change.
Although looking back on the last week of January through the past few years, Henry had point about snow. Those of you who are on Facebook know there’s a thing it does where it flashes you back to memories for that specific day. Well, the memories Facebook flashed me back to all this week had to do with snow and lots of it. One of the flashbacks showed me sledding seven years ago and another from three years ago with me and Henry walking through snow-covered streets.
Maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s why everyone was so crestfallen about having to go to school Monday. Maybe we’ve gotten used to having that last week of January off due to snow and this year Mother Nature decided she wanted spring-like temperatures instead of our regular snow.
Unfortunately, with global warming I’m afraid these spring-like Januarys will become more common and our winter wonderlands a thing of the past. The upside to global warming is we won’t have to rush to the store for milk sandwiches anymore and with rising oceans we will be closer to the beach.
Standard reporter Duane Sherrill can be reached at 473-2191.