We are expected to get our first snowstorm of the season tomorrow! Just one thing... it's not snow season, yet! It's not even quite Halloween. (I'll take this moment to point all climate-change deniers to exhibit A...) I had the unfortunate coincidence of my usual grocery shopping trip falling on the day before the snowstorm. I had to really gear myself up to go out amidst the crazies, stocking up on milk and bread like they won't see the light of day for the next 2 weeks. Forget that we are expecting temps to rise after tomorrow... it's the apocalypse! It's not even like we live somewhere that doesn't get snow. We are used to this, yet the panic always hits. There have been actual fist fights over TP in this town on the eve before past snows. I wish I was exaggerating.
The snow before trick-or-treat is strange enough, but for me and my family it had another strange twist to it. My grandfather turned 80 back in August... yeah when we had that freak earthquake. I joked with him that his birthday shook the entire East coast. We had planned a nice family dinner as a surprise for him, but that's when natural disaster #2 struck within the same week! The hurricane hit. Not wanting to risk injury in the heavy rains or dealing with power outages, we rescheduled. It's hard to get the entire family together, so the party was put off until tomorrow... when we are to have another freak act of nature that has the potential to mess up our plans again. I still stand by the explanation that my very own Pop-Pop is quite simply a force of nature. We shall see what happens... oh, and my Uncle, one of my Pop's 3 children who are taking care of this dinner, went in for emergency surgery today. You can't make this up. I only hope that if the snow mucks things up, we can tell my grandfather about the party so he doesn't think his 80th passed without proper celebration. At this point, we are probably all "off the Christmas list!", as he would say.
I guess this snow will also cancel the outdoor Halloween party and costume contest tomorrow. I busted my ass on my kid's costume this year. He is a robot, with all the bells and whistles (lights and robot sounds), and I wanted to enter him in the contest. So, if you see a crazy woman with her robot child knocking on people's doors, asking them to please judge the costume... it's just me, looking for a high five for my hard work. There were tons of costume contests when I was a kid, but now that I slave for hours over costume creations, there are none to be found. At least I always win the contest when it comes to my kid and what he thinks about the costume! That is the most important, after all. (Awe, yeah, mush mush... But seriously, where's my blue ribbon!?)