Last night I was rather skeptical about the chances of seeing snow here in Texas. It’s one of those things that starts as a rumor among meteorologists, and even as the likelihood increases, it’s never a definite thing that every news source will agree on. Even though it has happened at least once every year for the last 3 years, it still feels like a fucking miracle in the land of 110 degree summers.
It happened. Early, early in the morning, long after everyone (with jobs and kids) had gone to bed. It dropped more than an inch on the ground, possibly 2. I had another horrible night’s sleep, and I got up at about 3 and looked out the window and saw nothing more than a light dusting on the rooftops. And then at about 5 am, I got the best phone call an exhausted pregnant parent could possibly get: all Round Rock ISD schools are CLOSED today due to “inclement weather.” I shouted with glee, probably woke my 2 bedmates up. Vance got up at his usual time only to be told to just stay home by his boss. So, we’ve been sitting around, watching movies, joyfully eating tacos.
What does this mean for me and my job? Not much, seeing as the sun came out at around 10 and has pretty much melted the snow. That’s how it is in Texas: snow happens in a glorious flash, and then it is over. You have to stop everything in order to be able to experience any of it.
By 5, when I have to be at work, most of the moisture will probably dry up, which means there won’t be much danger of the roads freezing over after dark. That’s not a terrible thing, even if it means I will have to work a full shift tonight.
When I was a kid, we were so LUCKY if it ever saw snow. It just never happened. Now, it’s happened consistently 3 years in a row. Texas is a weird place.