Although the night held nothing more than Slurpees from heaven, today is filled with lots and lots and lots of wet, blowing snow.
It is, however, Project Runway night over at newcritics and neither rain nor snow nor dark of night will keep this person from her live-blogging rounds.
We've had some freaky weather patterns lately. One day it's sub-zero and a day or two later, it's in the 40-50's. Last week our temps dropped over 60 degrees in one afternoon. We had a glorious snowfall on Thursday that came in just shy of a foot. We had more snow yesterday that was then followed with a huge thunderstorm. Walking in our backyard is like slogging through a giant Slurpee.
Well, apparently another snowstorm is on the way. We're slated for at least a foot. Tomorrow's painting class has already been canceled. There's yet another reason I still love snow!
Grizzled will probably be tempted to go skiing. He loves downhill. I, myself, was always a cross-country girl. Grizzled will be tempted, but I'm guessing he might know his limits... unlike some people. Oh what am I saying, if he had the skis and the access, he'd be right in that recovery room with the Skimmer comparing insurance war stories.
Snow Day!!!!!!1!@!!!
We've got snow. We've got lots of snow. I'm loving it. I'll be singing a different song come late March/early April, but for now, I'm loving it. I'm not alone. Our poochiest of pooches is loving it as well.
Truman, aka Mr. Moose, aka Bruce, is the one dog Grizzled and I have had who you can't trust to stay. He (unless up at our place in WI) still needs to be on a leash or a chain. We have a 40 ft one for him in the backyard which we then hook up to his 10 ft leash. He has running and fetching room while on this contraption. I took him out yesterday to play fetch, I had his newest rubber squeaky ball and I threw it. He brought it back only to drop it and head off in the direction of a scent. He stuck his head deep down in the snow and plowed through the yard, back and forth. I thought he had caught the scent of a rabbit or a squirrel so I went inside for a moment. When I came out I found him lying on the patio with his nasty chewed up "Flail-a-Fowl". It was a cloth/rope toy that was kind of like a Frisbee for dogs. It had a cartoon chicken on it hence the "fowl" name. He loved that toy. He loved it so much he finally ripped out the rope and marked it in other ways I won't mention here. It had been left out in the yard to slowly rot. But... he found it, frozen solid, and in his eyes, good as new for throwing. I must admit, it was much easier to throw again.
It's gorgeous outside and for right now, we're loving the snow.
...make snow bunnies.
Okay, I've had a little chat with the snow and we have mended our rift. It's overstayed its welcome, but I still love it and it has promised (again) that it won't stay for long.
I snarled at it, I rolled my eyes, but eventually, it had me outside frolicking in it. It's excellent packing snow after all. Who could resist.
... and I'm not certain, but I believe I heard the crazy strains of Lou Reed come wafting through the air.
I measured almost 9 inches of snow out back in an area that had virtually no wind besides the fact that the snow is so heavy that not much is blowing around anyway. Yes, 9 inches, with more on the way, but there is still school. We did receive a call saying the buses were out, but would be late. The bus was only 25 minutes late. That's not bad. The kids all had a good time playing at the stop. I was having a good time until I saw the approaching bus fishtailing all over the road. When the door opened and we saw Trusty Lou, the driver, he looked like he has seen into the pits of hell. Driving a bus must be hell on wheels anyhow... add to it 9 inches of wet, slippery snow and I'm guessing you're about ready to find a corner and rock for awhile.
December came in like a snowy leopard. I woke up this morning and recognized that familiar glow in the room even though it was still completely dark outside. It was the glow of snow. There was also that wonderful silence of snow. I could hear the rumbling of snowplows in the distance, but they sounded like they had been wrapped in thick blankets.
The snow is wet and heavy and there's plenty of it with more to come. I feel as giddy as a schoolgirl. Unfortunately my schoolgirls will most likely have school. Even with 40 mph gusts of wind and 1-2 inches of snow falling per hour, there will be school.
I took the above photo with a flash knowing you'd see almost nothing, but the snowflakes, but I love photos like that because you can feel what's it's like to be in the middle of the swirling snow. This photo is probably a little more accurate,
but it's not as magical.
It's hard to believe that less than 36 hours, it was in the 60's... but it's December and this weather feels perfect.
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