I had a plan ready for today. After school, I would shoot to Doggie Day Care to meet Jeff, pick up my Shea man, switch cars, and head straight home to New York. Jeff and I made this plan unbeknownst to my family. We decided I shouldn't say anything, because I would be told not to come. For some reason, my family doesn't think that driving 7 + hours Friday evening and then again Sunday morning is worth the Saturday together. But to me, to say goodbye to Aunt Nicky and to be with my family, it would have been monumental.
With the weather forecast calling for snow and ice overnight, I even envisioned a snow day. It actually, couldn't work out any better. The majority of snow days in my life, I have found the roads extremely navigable before noontime. Therefore, I would be able to hit the road much earlier and get to my parents house much earlier.
Well, I got my snow day. But, it was the mother of all snow days. As I opened the back door to take Shea out for a nice romp, the snow was plastered against the door.
Nearly a foot had fallen in a short few hours, and it was still coming down with umph. With the wind blowing wildly, the snowdrifts made for complete white out. The unplowed roads, as I found out while running, were covered with a nice, slippery layer of ice underneath the snow.
As the hours passed, the snow kept falling and the roads remained unplowed, I knew my plans to show at my parents house weren't going to happen. I really wish I could be there tomorrow for Aunt Nicky's mass. I want to see my family and be there with them. But, mother nature, and God, I suppose, had different plans. Plans that leave me with my bag all packed with nowhere to go.
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