scared of ice

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It’s all about the expectation.

The forecast…what might happen…watch out for this, it’s coming.

We had warnings of ice this morning, but thankfully the roads seem to still be “full of traction”.

It’s still raining like crazy, but the ice seems to only be on the bushes and trees…on the car windows.

I can live with that.

Of course, it was a warning.  It wasn’t a promise with a full guarantee.  It was a forecast that I believed.

So I prepped and did what I could to be ready for hard times.

If an ice storm that lasts a couple of days is really hard times.

I doubt that it’s really hard times.  It’s really only a “temporary inconvenience”.

It’s funny how hard we work to prepare for the “maybe” stuff that “might” come along.

I was at Wal-Mart picking up some groceries.  I had a list, but I still got some stuff wrong.  I don’t know how detailed a list I need to make…it’s hard to get it right.

It was busy as could be at Wal-Mart. I knew about the Thanksgiving part…lots of folks were buying turkeys…but didn’t find out about the ice storm part until I got home.

There’s a different sort of energy out in the crowd when people are getting ready for an ice storm.

There is an ever-present kind of quiet desperation that gets amped up a little when the weather might turn bad.  People seem pretty focused.

I tend to mosey.

As a rule, I don’t hurry too much.

It felt like a lot of people were tailgating me with their shopping carts.  My focus was different than theirs.

Now, if I was going to go all “law of attraction” on this weather forecasting, and say that if I didn’t believe it and because I chose not to believe it, it wasn’t going to be attracted into my life, I would probably find myself buried up to my waist in snow occasionally.

There is some science behind a weather prediction, after all.

But I was thinking that it is strange how I give so much attention and “bad possibility” to an expectation like a bad weather forecast.

In my mind, I am sliding off the mountain before the roads even get slippery.

I am powerless and flailing, struggling to survive.

All because I watched a man or woman who told me that bad things were coming.

Anytime I’ve really run into trouble, though, it was when something took me by surprise.

Then the weather people could backtrack and explain the anomaly.  Then they could explain why the warning never came in time.

I’ve thought before that it’s a pretty good gig to get paid to predict that there’s a 50% chance of anything happening.  I believe that things could swing either way as far as the weather goes.

We don’t have any ice this morning that looks like it’s going to make driving bad.

It didn’t come together like predicted.  It didn’t happen.

But I believed.

Mission accomplished, Weather Girl.

I believed.

 

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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