We’re only two days into the new year, and already we’ve gone from shorts weather to snow and sleet. We probably came a few degrees shy of reaching all four seasons in 48 hours. On top of that, there were severe storm warnings yesterday afternoon. Basically, it was a typical Tennessee weather weekend.
I’ve become jaded to all the extreme temperature changes. Dropping 40 degrees in one day? Bring it on. From sandals to snow in 24 hours? What else you got? At this point, an ice storm in July wouldn’t faze me.
Imagine if you live in a place like San Diego where it’s a constant 72 all year round. All that boring perfect weather. No wonder everybody’s moving to Middle Tennessee. Predictable weather is as passé as parachute pants. Besides, it’s fun not knowing whether you need to put out a winter coat and lined jeans or a t-shirt and flip flops to wear in the morning.
If it actually does snow? That’s when the wacky frivolity really begins. People around here don’t know what to do with snow. Everything shuts down when there’s a 1/2 inch of snow on the ground. That’s probably for the best, since almost no one knows how to drive in the rain, much less in snow and ice.
My favorite part is that if you don’t like the current weather, just wait around for a day or two. It’ll change.