Not that I wanted anyone to have a car accident because of icey conditions or be distressed in any way, but when you're all prepared and ready to watch Mother Nature coat the scene with glistening ice and bring the hustle-bustle of life to a screeching halt for a short period of time . . . and then it doesn't happen . . . there's a certain amount of letdown.
The news and weather reports had been warning us of this approaching storm for almost a week. The storm was scheduled to start yesterday morning. Then they changed it to yesterday afternoon. Then they said early last night. Then they said during the overnight hours. But it just didn't happen. Around about 6 o'clock last night, we noticed a few little icicles dripping off bird feeders on the deck and we thought the storm was beginning. We had had intermittent light rain all day and lots of heavy, gray skies. But then the temperature started to rise from 32 degrees and the icicles quickly disappeared. By the time we went to bed around 10, we could hear heavy, steady rain and I wondered if we would have any snow left by morning.
Our temp upon arising this morning was 38 degrees (and, yes, there's plenty of snow left), it dropped to 36 but now at nearly noon is back up to 37. It's still drizzling out there, and the paved roads are supposedly just wet with no trace of ice.
No power outages, no traffic accidents, no bones broken from spills taken while trying to navigate on foot. All this is good, and I'm grateful for it. I'm just a little disappointed I didn't get to see everything coated with 1/2" of ice as those deceptive weather forecasters told me I would.