I’ve been so fortunate with the weather this semester. Until last week, it’s been smooth sailing, figuratively – with clear roads and storm-free Mondays – and literally – crossing the bay for the first leg of my trip to UMA each week.
Now, I think the weather imps are after me for bragging here about my lovely drives to school each Monday. I practically gloated about all the storms that came and went on any other day but Monday.
Well, not any more. Last week classes were cancelled due to foul weather: a windy, sleety, snowy mess that I was grateful to watch from home instead of through my windshield.
This week, another storm, only it’s a little more ambiguous. Pure driving rain here on the coast, but a sleetier, icier situation inland. Which is where I’m headed. Or not.
See, I’m making my decision about a one o’clock class at 6 in the morning, while some of my classmates are hitting the snooze bar. Usually, if I have mainland errands or work to do before class, I take the 7 am boat. If not, I take the 8:45. The trip across takes about an hour and fifteen minutes, and the drive to Augusta takes just over an hour, so either of these boats works great. In a pinch, I suppose I could take the 10:30 boat, which would, theoretically, allow me to slip into my seat just about right on time. But on a stormy day, I just don’t trust that theory, since I’m apt to be driving slower and/or the ferry crossing is apt to take longer.
So at 5 am, I’m watching my local weather guy. I’m checking various online weather sites and I’m looking at forecasts and radar images and I’m…clearly obsessing. Oh, the over-thinking and second-guessing that happens in this brain of mine in the wee hours of a stormy morning.
Will there be a boat? If there is, will it be a rough ride? What if I get to the mainland and class is cancelled? What if I get to the mainland and class is cancelled and the remaining boats home are cancelled?
Or, what if I don’t go and class isn’t cancelled? What if I opt to stay home and the weather clears by midday? Argh…it can drive a gal crazy. Especially one who really doesn’t like to miss class.
So this morning, after a good deal of the aforementioned inner dialogue, I decided to stay home. My dear husband agreed, and when I phoned my advisor to cancel a lunch meeting, she said the weather was “horrible” in Augusta. This seemed to confirm my sound judgment.
But now, the rain has stopped, here anyway. The “freezing rain advisory” has vanished from the Augusta forecast, as have the plummeting late-day temperatures I fretted about this morning (freezing rain + freezing temps = a slippery ride home). And I’m second-guessing myself…again.
Time to lighten up, Colleen.
Here are the agapanthus pics I mentioned last week. The earth laughs in flowers, right?