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I want to be a 6-year-old again
Newsflash, folks: Three inches of snow does not a blizzard make. Sitting in my toasty warm office on Tuesday afternoon, the phones started ringing so hard they all fell off the desk. Great maker almighty, the hundreds of people on the phone and the people on hold to get on the phones were saying. Its snowing!!
Snow? In the wintertime? Say it aint so!
Lets see: snow has been in the forecast and been pushed back for about a week. Its not like we werent expecting it. Oh yeah: Its about 30 degrees outside.
Snow?? How can it be??
First, the snow started near Submarine Base Bangor. The sailors started calling their wives who lived at Jackson Park to let them know it was coming.
Heads up!! Its snowing! they probably said.
Then the frozen flakes made their way to Silverdale. People in Silverdale started calling people in Bremerton. (This is when our phones started ringing violently.)
Heads up!! Its snowing!
The crazy thing is, we were getting calls from everyone and all the reports were conflicting:
1.) Its snowing, itll snow eight inches before its all over. Were doomed!!
2.) Its snow mixed with rain. Were doomed!!
3.) Were gonna be snowed in for the rest of our lives. We wont be able to make it to work for a year. Well never be heard from again. Were doomed!!
4.) Were doomed!
Relax, folks its just snow. Frozen rain. Its not fire and brimstone, which has been known to actually doom some civilizations.
As rumor has it, some cities, regions and states actually get a lot of snow. And they live. Thats so crazy to think that it just may be true.
At 10 p.m., I was sitting on my couch in my nice, warm house, watching the Sillicon Valley Bowl, and I heard children screaming. I looked outside and Bremerton had become a winter wonderland. Children of all ages (by that I mean kids and grown men) were frolicking on the snow that had managed to accumulate all over my neighborhood. My neighbor knocked on my door, asking if my son could come out and play. Because it took me about an hour to get my little monster to go to sleep in the first place, I graciously declined.
But I made up for it. Before heading in to work on Wednesday morning, I ran to Silverdale and spent enough on snow supplies to single-handedly stimulate the economy.
On my way to work, I saw children playing in the snow: building snow men, pelting one another with snow balls, pulling each other on sleds and overall enjoying the nice, sticky snow. It was almost like they were taunting me: Ha ha, youre a big people and you have to go to work!
Ive never wanted to be a 6-year-old so badly in my life. But, I accepted my adult responsibility and headed to my desk and chair.
I consoled myself with the fact it is supposed to snow all weekend. Look out sledding hills, here I come.