Here it comes…. Maybe!
I get off an airplane from a tropical climate and hopped into the shuttle towards long-term parking. I mumble a little something about how cold it is and the driver says, “Just wait! Here it comes…. Maybe!”
Now Baltimorons are susceptible to the excitabilities of our weather forecasters. We call it the White Sale. Weather Guy calls for White Snow, we buy out white milk, white bread, and white toilet paper. I’ve become dependent on a much more reliable source. And they are also suggesting “Here it comes…. Maybe!”
So, what to do when all plans are about to (…. maybe!) be thrown out the window? Well, let’s plan!
COMMUNICATE How will you communicate cancellations and / or delays? Do your people know where to look / call / internet surf so that they can find the latest updates on programming?
Further, how can you encourage the tuning in towards good works of looking in on one’s neighbors instead of the tuning out into Netflix and video gaming? When this last happened we encouraged young people to become “snow angels” in their neighborhoods via social media.
GETTING STUCK If you can see it coming (and we can …. Maybe!), devise your plan for getting stuck. What are your emergency provisions? More importantly, what are your comfort provisions? Nothing makes deep snow shoveling go easier than the promise of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
What homework can be brought home in order to catch up / get ahead? What “binge watching” have you promised yourself you would get to when you had a little time? Guess what? You might! What board game needs dusting off? Can you commit to a nap or two?
KEEP ON KEEPING ON The winter gods could bless us with only three flakes of snow when we are all prepared for three feet! If you have programs, make sure that they are all ready to go no matter how dire the predications might be. If everything is still a go, you are ready. If things are delayed, postponed or cancelled, you were professional and ready anyway for this time and the next!
LET IT GO The snow blows white on the mountain tonight.
Seriously, you cannot control the weather. Can’t control school district cancellations. Can’t control frozen road conditions.
God is neither cursing you or blessing you… it is just nature. (We will save a post on climate control for another day.)
Meanwhile, let it go.
After all, the cold never bothered you anyway.