"Weather" You Like It...Or Not.

March in Iowa – it goes something like this.

On Friday, it was sunny and 62 degrees. I had the top down on the convertible. The birds were singing, kids were out playing, and if you happened to look closely, you might even see a flower or two trying to push its way out of the soil a little bit. It was all good.

This morning we had three inches of snow, which fell on top of a solid inch of ice. It’s currently 27 degrees with blowing and drifting snow. My poor convertible, "Baby" (named after racers on "The Amazing Race" who always holler, "C'mon, Baby!" to their partner as they climb waterfalls or slide down mountains), which only 3 days earlier had been the Hot Shot of the neighborhood with her top down and the music blaring, is now shivering and begging me to drive her somewhere warm. I spent my morning shoveling, then scraping, then cursing as my car skated on the roadways. Not a fun way to kick off Monday, I assure you.

They say around here that if you don’t like the weather, you should wait an hour, because it’ll change. Brother, ain’t that the truth.

Here’s to hoping it swings back the other way real soon. I know I’ll be grateful, as will my pathetically chilled Sebring. Poor baby.