Sledding Georgia Style
As the dire warnings of Snowpacalypse 2015 loomed large on every Atlanta television, Twitter Feed, Facebook Page, and radio station, I hightailed it in my mommy-van to a little-known sled broker in Loganville, Georgia to secure sleds for what was anticipated to be the neighborhood event of the season. Before I left, I texted my sophomore son and told him where I was headed and explained the purpose. “Going to Boss Brothers Country Store to get sleds.” His reply, “Don’t, you will make it not snow.”
Sometimes, you should really listen to your kids. When it comes to superstition, Drew has the corner on the market. I should have heeded his warning…it didn’t snow.
I am not really fully to blame. Our neighbors sent out an early message declaring chicken and dumplings in the crock pot at their house. We would wait for the snow together. I made chili. Other neighbors came by and brought a host of tasty delights. It began to rain. It rained and rained and rained.
By 11pm we had to face the ugly reality that there would indeed be school the next day. Teachers didn’t have plans, kids certainly had not done homework, and everyone was up entirely too late. But it was fun. It would have to suffice as the neighborhood event of the season as there would be no snow. And it was my fault.
FreelanceBeth 