We scrambled to get dressed. I glanced out the window and noticed a few inches of snow on the ground. This was going to be a beautiful day.
My wife threw on a black dress and zebra-print sweater, while I donned a black suit with a tie that coordinated with her ensemble. We left the house about 5 minutes late and drove carefully through the snow out to the church building. As we approached the church building we were stunned:
Crickets would have been chirping if it weren't the dead of winter.
And color us flabbergasted. What pioneer stock from the Rocky Mountains would have thought that an inch or two of white powder would be cause for cancelling church?!
We drove through the parking lot, back out the front and back toward home.
On the way home I remembered a strange local phone call on our land line from earlier this morning. Because the caller ID didn’t show who it was, I didn’t recognize the number, and I only really answer my cell phone, I decided not to pick it up and to just let it go to voicemail. That call must have been to inform me that church was not being held today.
D'Oh!
After we made a crazy hairpin turn onto our street, and strategically found our way back inside, we checked our computers. My wife and I had independently received emails stating the now obvious fact that church was cancelled. Not so obvious for a couple of transplants from the land of snow and ice.
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