It started snowing yesterday afternoon.  It's not supposed to snow here; in fact, it's been over 4 years since it last snowed.  So it waited until we moved here to try it again.

Part of the deal of moving here was the advantage of not having to deal with a midwestern winter.  After some 6 years in southern India, and at my ever advancing age, I was not keen to do the whole snow and ice thing again.  So moving here was a bonus in many ways--a place we hadn't been before, a temperate climate, and a pretty good economic climate (which has turned out to be one of the bigger bonuses in being here--who knew?).  And living in this temperate climate, we of course invited our poor Canadian children to escape winter and come here for Christmas.  We plied them with promises of warmth and sunshine and clear roads.  We invited my in laws to spend as much time as they wanted to here this winter so that they too could escape that midwestern winter.

So yesterday, it snowed.

In addition to the basic indignity of snowing, it also chose the one night that we had to attend a social function.  We lead an extremely quiet life.  We get up very early (the husband is up between 4 and 4:30 weekdays and I follow around 5) and our routine is to settle in after dinner.  I like to get into bed between 9 and 9:30 and read.  Normally, it's lights out around 10.  But last night, we had a business function to go to. 

And it snowed.

As you can imagine, this morning's news is full of snow related stories.  Because the temps are so low there is a real issue with icing and this is not a place that knows how to deal with rain, let alone anything harsher, not to mention the prevalence of long, skyward bound entrance and exit ramps from one highway to the next.  So it is a valid concern--the morning commute is a mess.

But for my quiet life, it's just another one of those ironic life experiences, like the punchline from some joke:

It snowed yesterday.  Of course it did!