Mar. 17, 2003 - 16:55 MST

THE WONDERING JEW

The Hatches

In return for the nice, warm, sprouting days we have been enjoying for a few days, the weather fearcasters are saying now,

"Its gunna snow, its gunna snow,"

And . . . . . it may be so,

I don't know

How this weather will go,

They say the front is moving slow,

Accumulation to be three feet or a bit below,

Whatever, we'll stay for the show,

Perhaps its all media blow.

I sat in the supermarket parking lot which was full to overflowing, cruisers looking for a space. Heather, in full combat gear (Big Heavy Purse) ready to wage war on other fearful people who think that, "We must avoid a shortage of chips and dip as well as bacon, bread, milk and eggs.

While she was in there the few drops on the windshield became many and by the time she came out there were little snow pellets mixed in.

The rush period had already begun (lasts from 2:30 till 6:00 worst between 4:30 and 5:30) but we made it home in good shape, unloaded the groceries, took them upstairs, took the grocery cart back down, put the goodies away and relaxed.

For Heather and I weather is much like golf or bowling on TV, a calm background that doesn't demand attention. a little interesting in a boring way entailing no risk on our part.

Checked the news, Bush is drawing another line in the sand saying "This is our last final word," and Saddam is saying he will wage war worldwide.

So, completing our days good work, we battened down The Hatches . . . . . . . . . .

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