Well, today is the day we were *supposed* to get the new mattress. Actually, it was first scheduled to be delivered yesterday, the 16th. But Tuesday, the day before, the delivery company called me to say that the driver had called in sick for the next day.
So it was arranged to be here today instead. Now we all know how badly Phil and I have been waiting for this new mattress, wanting it, longing for it; nay, dare I say…desperately waiting with minnows in our mouths. That’s “with bated breath,” for those of you who aren’t aware of my literal way of seeing the humor in things.
At seven-something this morning, I was woken up by the phone; the delivery company. They needed to reschedule *again* because of the bad weather. Now it will be delivered next Monday. Urg.
At the time, it was raining lightly outside, and I couldn’t understand why the delivery would be cancelled for rain.
Now, however, it is snowing; there‘s about ½ an inch out there. And there is a winter storm warning. We are expected to get 2-4 inches. Forgive me for comparing, but coming from eastern Massachusetts, where our winters are usually laced heavily with snowfalls accumulating an average season total of 28-43 inches, getting two to four in a “storm” is nothing.
If this was back in MA, it would barely register a blink of the eyes on the news. We’d be lucky to get a plow out to our street unless there was at least 4-5 inches. Schools don’t close unless there is more than that. Businesses stay open, town offices are open, and people go about their day. Half the time we didn’t even wear boots.
But here, according to Phil, people panic if there’s even a skiff of snow across the road. I’ve seen it here, too. Caitlin told me that yesterday people were cramming into Wal-Mart, where she works, to frantically buy up milk, bread, and other staples.
So, I guess I can’t really blame the delivery guy for refusing to deliver our new mattress to us. He probably grew up somewhere down here, and isn’t used to “all” this snow. It’s just another four days until it arrives now. -sigh-
I’ll try to contain my snickers at the panic. Okay, forget it-- the weatherman actually named this snowfall. It’s called Winter Storm Iago. And I just heard a snowplow! ~Peace