On Friday, Bossy and her family woke to a fluke snow storm that lasted all day and hung heavy on trees like a Dr. Seuss book. But 17 miles in any direction of Bossy’s house? Nothing but a light dusting.
Bossy was supposed to wake to Tropical Storm Hanna pounding her parched neighborhood. Bossy organized all kinds of storm distractions in anticipation, such as bacon and Netflix and more bacon. Bossy’s daughter has brownie mix at the ready and a stack of library books. But no storm. Yet. How’s the weather where you are?
An unsettled summer sky. There’s nothing like the promise of an approaching storm to make Bossy get all house-ish; first planning a menu and then situating a few unread books and checking the TV guide.