I could not rehash this yesterday; my nerves, they were shot. Shot, I tell you, like zee leetle people who are near Clouseau when he takes his gun out. In fact, I think I am still feeling some of the aftereffects. It started Thursday night when some schools starting announcing delays; the name ran along the bottom og the tv screen and East Noble was not one of them.

Oh, the moaning and wailing and flailing. Could not this school announce so little heads could fall asleep on pillows that need not be disturbed until two hours later than normal? the morning came and sill East Noble was not on the list . . . and then it was for a delay. Immediately the intense watching began for a closing announcement. At 8:10 when all hope was abandoned DeKalb County closed, DeKalb Eastern Closed, East Allen Closed and then there it was East Noble Closed. The screaming screech from upstairs was deafening. Suddenly those who had been giving the TV evil looks of death were cheerful.

The rest of us were limp. And then I did the unthinkable: I suggested we re-enact the response to the broadcasted list. I meant the happiness that followed the East Noble Closed segment. Summer decided to re-do the pain-filled minutes that began when Adams appeared on the screen.

Oh, they’re not going to close  . . .  oh no oh no oh no . ..  oh, Central Noble isn’t closed . . . they never close . . . Grandma you jinxed us . . . why aren’t they closing? Oh, God, this is the worse day of my life. Oh, DeKalb . . . they closed . . . panting, whining sounds of despair . . . they won’t clo . . . SCREAM.

It can be scary here.

Especially when someone walks to where the celebration is and says, “Oh, Summer, the newscaster just said the typist made a mistake; East Noble is still on a delay.” Of course, only a fool would say that.