WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY REMAINS IN EFFECT FROM 7 PM THIS EVENING TO 1 PM EST WEDNESDAY...
* LOCATIONS...CAPE COD AND MARTHA'S VINEYARD.
* HAZARD TYPES...SNOW.
Enough Already. I. Am. Not. Going. To. Post. About. The. Weather.
So, Latham friends, what the heck else is going on in the universe? Apparently, if I think hard, other topics may be able to rise to the surface of my brain. Isn’t it interesting how we can get ourselves stuck on a topic? I pledged to myself this morning that I would not “go there” (you know where). So, I have spent much of the morning trying my hardest to talk about something, anything else besides the weather. Communication however, is a two-way street and I am apparently on a one-way that is also a dead end.
Where to go, where to go after the “Good Mornings” are exchanged? I know. I could ask about the State of the Union address happening later today. Politics is always a conversation starter! Well, that didn’t work. The response back was, "Will it get cancelled due to the impending snow storm?" Ok. Then I tried, "Who are you rooting for in the Super Bowl?" "The Broncos, but if it is frigging freezing out, then Manning will stumble." Ugh. This is harder than I thought. Keep trying, I tell myself.
I deftly move another conversation along to TV. "Hey, have you seen that new series on HBO? True Detective? It is intense!" Oh yes, and here it comes, "Is that the one in Louisiana? Did you know they are getting snow down there and it is so cold they are closing schools?"
Music! Always a good topic! "So, did you watch the Grammys Sunday night? I loved, loved, loved Pink!" "Not much of it, no. Can you imagine wearing one of those dresses on a red carpet here in the East? You’d be an icicle before you closed the limo door."
Food. When you work at Latham, food is a topic we discuss professionally. It should be a great topic to chat about. I say: "I brought a salad in for lunch today." "Salad? What are you, crazy? It is so cold out; you should have soup, something to warm you up. Whip up something in the slow cooker like a stew and it will get you through this artic vortex (that is never leaving us)."
As I bang my head slowly on my desk it has sparked concern in the voice of my friend.
"Are you OK she asked?" "No, no I’m not." "Well, says she, it’s better than slipping on the ice and breaking your hip."
I. Give. Up.
“If you don't like the weather in New England now, just wait a few minutes.”