The meteorologists around here love a good winter storm. After a while, you learn to take everything they say with a
grain of salt flake of snow. At the first sign of winter precipitation on the radar, they take over the evening news and tell the whole tri-state area to run to the store! And buy eggs! And milk! And bread! We might get one or even three inches of snow! It is sure to be the WINTER STORM EVENT OF THE YEAR!!
And then we get a few flurries.
Well, this past week our enthusiastic weather reporters mentioned a chance for a few inches of snow on Wednesday, but in comparison to their other BIG TIME HYPOTHETICAL WINTER WEATHER HYPE UP, they really downplayed this one.
And we got a foot and a half of snow.
It's safe to say that snowbody saw this coming.
On Wednesday morning poor Old Blue was snowed in, and the streets were covered in about five inches of snow. Since Old Blue and I don't like to drive in the snow, I stayed home from work and called it a snow day.
Not to worry, Old Blue, Phil will be more then happy to don his pale pink headbead and sweep the snow off of you.
Since the rest of the family was at work and school, my brother and I spent a while shoveling, and it occurred to me that this was the first time we ever shoveled together where the shoveling didn't turn into fighting because YOU TOOK THE GOOD SHOVEL and STOP THROWING SNOW ONTO PAVEMENT I ALREADY CLEARED and I'M TELLING MOM IF YOU THROW THAT SNOWBALL AT ME.
I think that perhaps part of the reason for the peaceful shoveling experience was that Phil was wearing headphones and I was composing poems in my head. That's something I have started to do lately, and I can't stop it or explain it. I'm not even a poetry person. Yesterday my poem started with..."Today Phil and I had to shovel. It's a good thing we have warm glove....ls." I know. I'm a sure thing for poet laureate.
I suppose that another reason for shoveling in peace is the fact that we are 22 and 23 years old, and have matured a great deal since we were 12 and 13.
We woke up this morning to A LOT MORE SNOW, and poor Old Blue was covered again.
Luckily Dad was home and the snow clearing was much more efficient with him in charge.
After our morning o' shoveling, Phil made the trek to CVS on foot to purchase snow day essentials, aka a carton of eggs, some Reese's, and two bags of chips.
(This is going to be our Christmas tree next year!)
All day today the weather reporters just kept saying that the storm "really overperformed!!"
In my opinion, they dropped the proverbial snow ball.
So tomorrow morning I will have to change out of sweatpants for the first time in 48 hours. It will be a sad, sad time.
However, the temperatures are dropping very low tonight. So if it's cold where you are, and you go out in the morning, watch out for ice.