Recently, meteorologists predicted a snowstorm, and
I went to the store and stocked up on milk, bread, eggs, dog food, and other
emergency supplies. This week’s prediction hit while I still had most of the
supplies on hand from the last snowstorm. I had to go to the Post Office, and on
the way home stopped by Dollar General to pick up the bare essentials: milk and
cosmic brownies.
OK, I seriously knew that I could bake blueberry
muffins, but they fall short on the chocolate crave meter. I just couldn’t face
a major storm event without chocolate.
Early Monday morning, I cancelled my Tuesday a.m.
appointment with my rheumatologist, because I didn’t want to go dashing through
foot-deep snow. “You need a four-wheel drive,” a friend told me.
“Have one in the garage,” I said. That doesn’t
mean I want to slide off into a ditch going to an appointment I can
reschedule.
Monday was a holiday so I wasn’t able to do the
banking that I had on my to-do list. Mentally, I red-lettered Tuesday as a snow
day, and we all know that snow days are for sleeping late and being lazy. The
banks will still be there Wednesday. This is becoming my theme—nap today, work
tomorrow.
Tuesday, my designated snow day, I was surprised
to see that the snow barely covered the ground. In fact, I could see the grass
sticking up through it in the yard. Of course, the day wasn’t over yet, and I received
an email notice that cars parked in the snow lanes in town would be towed. Although
the routes are clearly marked, I’m sure that made some people angry.
The day was exceptionally cold, even for February
in Missouri. I wore my polar expedition outfit complete with my N-Ferno
balaclava. I have to be desperate to wear the balaclava since it fogs my
glasses and makes my hair look like I stuck my finger in an electrical outlet.
Awe, the wonders of snow and cold weather. When I
was working, I had my choice of hills. The one of the west side was steep, but
I could get a good run and it by going down one bank and up the other side. That
option was not ideal if the neighbor kids had been sledding down the hill. To
the east was a more gradual slope, but it was hard to get any momentum to make
it all the way.
When Jim was in the early stages of dementia and
could still drive, sometimes I had him take me to work when the roads were snow
covered, or worse—icy.
Now, that I’m retired snow doesn’t bother me. My
calendar is clear for the rest of the month. As long as I have books to read
and chocolate to eat, I’m in the zone. It will be a good day to play my ukulele
since I want to learn a couple of new-for-me songs.
As far as I’m concerned, let it snow, but someone
needs to have a serious talk with Punxsutawney Phil before next groundhog day.
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