Sunday, January 20, 2019
Today I am grateful for snow days. We didn’t have one, but we sure did plan for one. I know many of you hate snow, but not me. I love a good snow day as long as it happens during the day when I can watch; and as long as I don’t have to go anywhere; and especially since I no longer have to shovel off anything more than my car. I have a lot of qualifiers.
We were prepared. I did some grocery shopping and even made a COSTCO run days before the white Armageddon was expected. If I knew anyone furloughed because of the stupid shutdown I’d invite them over to eat some of this food!
Since we’d be snowbound for at least a day, and iced in for maybe another day, Himself went to the hardware store to gather the things we’d need to finish up some long put off household projects.
We parked my car in the garage and his in the driveway because it’s shorter and easier to clean off than mine is. We got the mail. Himself checked to see if the outside water was turned off and brought up the large humidifier and cleaned it. He changed the furnace filter. I did some laundry in case the power went out and it got cold and all of my hoodies had last week’s lunch spilled on the front of them. Gotta look good when your home, right?
I reupholstered the vanity stool where I place my computer when I’m not using it. Then we both strong-armed a chair cover onto the recliner that was supposed to fit perfectly, but doesn’t. Himself vacuumed up three years of debris from underneath it and spot cleaning the carpet. We watched a couple of movies we had been saving for a snow day.
And we looked out the window. And opened the door. And looked out the window again. I didn’t press my face to the glass because I paid to have my windows cleaned, but I got close enough to fog them with my breath. I was ten years old hoping to miss school because of snow. We watched the TV weather, which cast gloom and doom over the entire country. . . as if it wasn’t already there for other reasons.
At eight o’clock it started to snow. A little late, but here we go, I thought. YAY! I turned on the back light to watch as much as possible. The patio got covered and my heart soared. “Isn’t that pretty?” I asked Himself, who grunted like a bulldog with a bone. He’s not a fan of snow and cold weather is his worst enemy.
By nine it turned to rain. Not even freezing rain. Just plain rain, which is good, because freezing rain is so dangerous for everyone. The snow that had fallen was soon gone.
“I feel so cheated,” I said to Himself, who was tolerating another movie when I’m sure all he wanted to do was go in the bedroom and watch sporting events. Any sporting events. Professional nose-picking would have amused him more than my movie choices. “We didn’t get any snow at all!”
“Yeah,” he said. “But at least we got a lot done.” That’s true. We still have to pack all of the Christmas stuff that’s laying in the basement in a mess and we have enough food. We better get snow in the next few weeks or I’m going to have to go shopping again. This one was a bust and I need a good snow day! Before April.