I don't really wish I was in New England, but ...

There are several phrases I could use to describe how I am feeling after this weekend’s storm that wasn’t a storm: gypped, bummed, cheated, deceived, misled, conned and ripped-off are just a few. I understand that the science of meteorology is not an exact science, but does it have to be such a crap shoot? Do they have to be so wrong all the time?

I’ve been very good, and should be rewarded with snow. I eat my vegetables, I don’t smoke or drink, I keep a brush and scraper in my car. I am always ready for snow. I have been very patient these past couple of years. I didn’t complain when we had a serious snow draught last year. I had high hopes for this winter.

It has generally been colder than last winter, and we have even had more snow events. But they really don’t qualify as events – more like little snippets … “snow snippets” (I think I’ll copyright that phrase).

I was ready for this one. I knew we weren’t going to have the “big one;” the two storms were just getting together too far north and east to be big players for us. We need the storms to “phase” somewhere around North Carolina to be the big snowmakers for us.


Nonetheless, there was significant snow forecast fairly close to us, so it was a possibility. First, we were getting maybe two inches, and then it dropped all the way back to a dusting. Then suddenly, we went from a dusting on Thursday to being in full-blown Winter Storm Warning mode with a forecast of 4-8 inches! SWEET!

That was just what I was waiting for. I don’t need, or want three feet of snow – unless I have nowhere to go for a few days. And working in newspapers – that is not a reality. When they say people shouldn’t be on the roads during emergencies, that typically doesn’t include the media. We might need special permission, but we can usually be out there. I had that distinction when I worked for the utility as well. In an emergency – I need to get to work.

But eight inches of snow is just about the maximum where I feel I can still safely drive. No, I don’t have an SUV – I have a 1997 Maxima sedan that has pulled me through all kinds of weather. I know the car well, and it knows me.

So I was excited – thinking about the potential. And we weren’t going to get it until Friday night, which made the prospect even better. I had it all planned — a fire, hot cocoa, go out to take some pictures, help Brannon get “snow-clothed” so he could go sledding, more hot cocoa.

And then? POOF! Just like a pack of Goldenberg’s Peanut Chews while I’m watching a movie, the promise of a snowy weekend was gone in an instant. We went from up to 8 inches, back to 1 to 3 inches. And worse!

I fall for it every, single time!

What happened?

I know, I know ... more warm air came in, we were moisture deprived What it amounted to was serious disappointment … again.

As I woke up Saturday morning to see the results of the big storm that wasn’t – about half an inch in Exeter – I realized that this was probably the only chance we had for serious snow … our last chance for the season.

I hope it’s not true, but we’re already in February. Worse than that – it’s MID-February. And while there can be some amazing storms that come through during February, with each passing day above freezing, we slip farther away. As minutes get added to the hours of daylight, our chances for snow diminish.

My snow-hater friends are loving this, I know. But for me, it just isn’t winter until there’s a snowpack that lasts longer than six hours.

If I can just get one or two big storms, it will hold me through the season I dread … the summer (cringe).