Weather. It happens. We talk about it. Right now the weather is snow, and I am rather enjoying that. I always get happy when I see snowflakes falling from the sky, especially when there are a lot of them, even though I know that a snowstorm means danger on the roads for some people, and a lot of work moving snow out of the way for everyone, especially my dad. But the weather is a community event. We all experience this snow. For the past week, everyone around here has been anticipating a big, big storm, and talking about it, fearing it, bracing for it, eager for it. Basically, I wanted to write this blog just to share one little story about that anticipation. It’s not even my own story, but I liked it so much I decided to pass it on anyway. So, yesterday, S went to the library. There was a longer line there than usual, she said, and everyone seemed to have armloads of books and movies. According to the librarian, this happens all the time when bad weather is predicted. Some people go to the grocery store when a storm is coming, she said, and some people go to the library.
That makes me happy.