March has arrived in Georgia like a lion, so according to Poor Richard's Almanac, it should go out like a lamb. Last week, we were enjoying sunshine, blue skies, and temps near 70 - you know, the reason you live in North Georgia.
The weather cats were telling us that the rain which started Friday would continue through the weekend, and that the temperature would drop. In addition, they suggested that we could expect one to two inches of snow.
Having lived here for 23 years, we took the weather dude's predictions about snow with a grain or three of salt. Well, about noon, the rain turned to snow. Sounds like that New Year's Eve song, but it's true.
Our son Justin will be 28 Tuesday, which apparently puts me firmly in middle age. Since between Justin and Courtney, and Teresa and myself, we have four full-time jobs, we decided to celebrate today. This celebration took us to brunch at Wahoo, a restaurant in Decatur. You can check it out at www.wahoogrilldecatur.com. It's a nifty little place, with serious shrimp and grits.
The restaurant is in an older brick building that has been restored, and backs up to a courtyard that is shared by the other buildings on the block. For the hour or so we were there, we enjoyed looking out the window at a beautiful snowfall. Since the temp was about 35 degrees, the snow was wet, and the flakes were big, making for a very scenic courtyard.
Later this evening, we talked with our daughter, who lives with her family less than ten minutes from Justin's home. She said they had about four inches of snow, and that she and our granddaughter Scarlett had a great time this afternoon playing in the snow and building a snowman.
The weather dude's are telling us that overnite lows will be 20 degrees, so we look forward to watching the crazies run off in the ditch on their way to work tomorrow. Maybe we should send a blast email, suggesting they google Black Ice.
Ok, enough of this rambling. Until next time...
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