Every year. Never fails. We get one of these crazy ice storms that shuts down schools, state and federal agencies, and basically every place in the metro other than whatever place is currently employing me. Even when I was working at the preschool, we were the last school to call in–if we did.

Today was nice though. Kevin didn’t have to go to work (student teaching) so he drove me. What a nice guy :) That made the day start off a bit better than I’d expected and I watched the sleet fall as I sat in my comfy chair, warm and sipping on hot tea.

And it fell. And fell. And you know. We weren’t expecting that much, then it changed to freezing rain again before I got to leave work. Kevin returned to pick me up and we delivered a coworker to a house nearby. I think the trip took a total of 30-40 minutes–a trip that normally takes me 8 minutes.

There is something about an ice storm though. It reminds me of when Kevin and I first started dating and a huge ice storm had hit and OU insisted on holding classes. Kevin would meet me at the BSU and walk me to class, because I have the grace of a duck when I’m walking on ice, though less than an actual duck walking on ice because they have those nifty webbed feet that seem like they’d get the job done. Me? I just fall. Or feel like I’m going to and am so paralyzed with the fear of falling that I stand still or take 5 minutes to walk a few yards.

Just another reason I enjoy the weather. I have to slow down and think about things, and grab hold of an arm when I think I’m close to falling. It’s a great reminder that I’m not a one-woman show.