Snow is beautiful, and I love watching it fall. There is a calmness that seems to take over when a good snow is on the ground. Yes, I love that, and I used to really love that on the weekends. Snow, sleet, freezing rain, or any threats of it caused panic in my veins Monday through Friday.
Once many, many years ago in Nashville I was unable to get home from work because of ice. Edmondson Pike in south Nashville looked more like a hockey rink than a road. My car completely turned around. A nice gentleman offered to move it for me. He got it to the side of the road, and that's where it spent the night. A lot of other cars were there too. My sister and I walked (or slid) to her apartment, and I spent the night with her and her husband. It was ice, and not snow though.
Usually when bad weather was threatening, I would ride the bus. There were times I would ride to the Nashville airport with my husband and finish getting ready in a restroom on the lower level. It had electrical outlets above the sinks -- just like at home. They were perfect for curling irons. He went to work very early, so I had lots of time. I would ride a Metro bus to town, and in the afternoons my husband could pick me up at the bus stop.
Once when it snowed I left my car at the Capitol and walked about three blocks to catch a bus home. At 4:45 I got on a bus and thought it was the 4:40 bus. It was the 2:30 bus. They were already two hours behind schedule. My husband was to meet me at a market at the interchange of I-24 and Bell Road. My bus got to that location (15 miles away) about 10:30 that night.
I have a fear of driving in the snow, but particularly in the ice. One gentleman who used to work with me would call and tell me he had seen a snowflake out his window and that I had better head home, or someone would call and act surprised that I was there when it was snowing. My reputation was ruined.
It was fitting that it snowed the last day I worked for the State of Tennessee (after 46-1/2 years). My husband took me to catch the bus that morning and then came to pick me up in the afternoon. It was December 23. The following day we sat in our home and watched the cars slide down the hill we lived on. I was so glad I wasn't in one of those vehicles.
Jim and I have enjoyed watching the snow fall these last two days. I know the children wish it could have been a big snow. That would have been fine with me, because I don't have to go to work now. Jim just wanted enough for snow cream.