Yesterday, we had the first real snowstorm of the season. According to the news, Ann Arbor got ten inches of snow and the Brighton/Howell area got about 8. In an amazing show of intelligence, school was canceled last night for all the districts in the area. Generally, this is not done until the wee hours of the morning, insuring the most inconvenience for everyone associated with the public education food chain.
The snowstorm was not a surprise. It had been predicted for at least the past four days. Also, when you live in Michigan, snow in the winter is pretty typical. Great Lakes state, lake effect, all that good stuff you learn about in like, eighth grade earth sciences class.
I'm not a big fan of cold weather. The snow doesn't bother me so much, I don't have to shovel it (yet another reason why I am married) and I no longer work for a company that provides snow plowing services, so the snow is not really a big deal to me, other than the fact that I miss my four-wheel drive. I do hate the bitter cold we seem to get more often these days, but when it's that cold, it doesn't snow.
I find it endlessly amusing that all the news outlets in the area feel compelled to make such a huge deal out of the snow. Like it's never happened before, it's some kind of crazy anomaly. If a tsunami hit the Great Lakes, it would merit this type of attention but snow? In December? In Michigan? What's the big deal?