Yesterday, I was so excited. I was anticipating the Storm of the Year. Every news broadcast warned to stock up, stay inside, and be safe. Two days of rain and snow and wind were headed our way.
And so we prepared.
We bought groceries and firelogs.
We wore flannel pajamas and made sure flashlights were nearby.
And we waited.
And waited.
And… waited…
And woke up angry.
The storm never happened. We saw a few thick wet snowflakes that teased us for a few minutes, but after half an hour even the rain was milder.
The storm never happened.
And I’m still angry.
I was looking forward to a Snow Day. A day of not driving my daughter to school or needing to run errands. A day when the world would stop and be quiet except for laughter and the sounds of fun.
And I got gypped.
This is just one example of why I don’t listen to the news that often, and when I do, I don’t believe them. The media is so intent on making stories bigger and scarier than they need to be. Of causing a change in our daily habits. For nothing. Nothing.
I don’t want to get riled up any more, so I’m not going to vent about how mainstream media is a circus that doesn’t have any real leaders; but only power pushers. I won’t say a word about manipulation and drama. I choose to stay away from such things.
Instead, tonight I’ll go to sleep and dream of a White Christmas.
It’s bound to happen sooner or later.
