snowmageddon

We're in the middle of another winter storm and I'm home reflecting on how a few short weeks after Atlanta was totally crippled by an inch of snow.  Today we're facing ice, which could be much, much worse, but the snow of two weeks ago was an adventure...

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It was a Tuesday morning like any other, with Mr. F and I both driving into the city for work.  The skies were clear with the threat of clouds on the horizon.  On the radio, the meteorologists prophesied the storm of the century.  Sturdy Midwestern stock that we are, we did not believe such dooms-dayers.

At 10, after only a few hours of work, reports of snow trickled in and a few schools that had not closed yet announced early closings.  My boss quickly grabbed her belongings and told me to call Mr. F and vacate the city as soon as possible.  We left around noon, confident that we were beating traffic.

We got home at 5.

I kid you not.  The snow amassed to an inch or snow, but the real crisis emerged from every commuter, of which there are many, evacuating at the same time.  Our trip home from downtown should usually only take us an hour or so.  Max.  It took us that long just to get on the freeway.  It was crazy!

The snow was beautiful and a real treat after being without it while in Cyprus.  But after four and a half hours in the car, avoiding death and standstills, we felt a lot like this...

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Last weekend it was warm and sunny.  Go figure! No more ice, no more snow...  Such a strange place this Atlanta...

(To all you Midwesterners, I know how ridiculous this story sounds as you are literally buried in snow.  Hang in there! Spring is coming!  Soon?)