The weather forecasters coined a new phrase this morning- “Snice”- a combination of snow and ice. That’s what is expected to fall throughout the day. That’s what I found cleaning off the car and driveway so I could go to church today. Thankfully, the ice was a very thin layer. Still, the drive was a challenge. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, gritted my teeth, and proceeded slowly, very slowly. The snow on the road was a mix of white, dirty brown, and green (the salt treatment). Ruts were beginning to form as vehicles passed through, but it was quite slushy, and as I went along the little sliding car lighted up frequently in warning on the dashboard. I had my doubts about making it when I had to get up a hill. I felt the car slowing down, pressed the gas ever so gently, and I kept going. Appropriately, I said a prayer of thanks when I pulled into the church parking lot.
They can all it “snice” if they want, but that sounds way too close to ” ‘s nice” for me!