My alarm sounded this morning for a new day to begin, and I managed to give myself a pinched nerve while washing my hair. This is not the start I wanted, but things could be a lot worse. I’m only dealing with a pinched nerve somewhere under my left shoulder blade, and it’s affecting my left side. Thank goodness I’m dominate right-handed!
I use the early mornings to watch Fox & Friends while I write in my journal. On a typical morning, my fingers are flying across my keyboard, and I’m always fearful of waking my husband as he sleeps. This morning wasn’t typical. I wouldn’t normally pinch a nerve, but that’s what I did, so I was still typing away, but every now and again my left side seized, and I’d wince in pain.
Adding to that, around 7 A.M, I stood up to walk around our office after I’d finished typing a thought in, and noticed, out the window that the sun was beginning to rise. There was a faint glow with dawn approaching, but it was enough of a glow I saw nothing but white covering the shingles of our covered front porch. This caught my attention and I leaned into the window for a closer look. Sure enough, we have snow on the ground. It’s not much, but it is white, cold, and it’s covering the ground.
It’s only a light dusting of snow, or what I call a light dusting compared to that of what the state of Maine gets every winter. I left Maine about two years ago after living there for five years. The snow they get is treacherous, or it can be. It’s not like I haven’t dealt with snow before living in the state of Maine though. I grew up in Maryland. While the winters are not the same as they are in Maine, they are still similar in comparison.
For instance, one winter while I was still in grade school, we got so much snow, not only did we miss several days of school because of inclement weather and the roads being dangerous for anyone to be driving on, but when the snow melted, we had accumulated so much, our ‘low-water’ bridge flooded out. That bridge flooding out is pretty normal, when our back-up bridge floods out, there’s no way into town. Not when you live in the very back woods, on top of a mountain, in a small, but spread out town. I call it the flood of ’96’ because it flooded so badly, the next town over flooded. When we were finally able to venture out, the flooding had yet to drop in the next town, and we found an ice machine floating in the back parking lot of a Sheetz gas station and convenience store; “Home of the MTO (made-to-order) sub and/or salad”.
Anyway, the great thing about getting snow in Georgia, it doesn’t last. Sure, today we’re expecting temperatures to reach as high as the lower 30’s, but tomorrow and the rest of the week we’re expecting temperatures in the 40’s and warmer. If our snow hasn’t disappeared by tomorrow afternoon, it’ll be gone before the next day.