Sunday, January 24, 2016

blizzard of 2016

“You know, when I was in college in Northern New York, we'd go to bed at night and the next morning there would be three feet of snow on the ground and it was no big deal. But now we get snow and everyone falls apart.”


My husband was standing in the hallway, shedding his snow clothes, or maybe putting them on yet again, his eyes dancing. All week long he had regarded the storm predictions with cool reserve, but as soon as the storm hit, he turned giddy, so charged up he practically crackled with excitement.


just for fun: crashing the plow into a snowbank

He was a little bummed it wasn't a total white-out.

“You think I should string a rope between the house and the chicken coop just so we can say we did?” he asked.

on a quest for cocoa powder: digging out the basement



The power only briefly flickered off twice, and the Internet never once went down (!), but I stayed on red alert the whole time, keeping a carafe of hot water at the ready, the bathtub filled with buckets of water for potential toilet flushings, and the dishes washed up. And you know what? Aside from my niggling (and unnecessary) worry, the two days of blizzard turned out to be a delightful mini vacation.

We played Rook and Uno, watched PK (not your typical movie—think Indian movie with subtitles, theology, excellent humor, and Bollywood—but I highly recommend it), cracked open a 1000 piece puzzle, moved snow around, rigged various shelters for the animals, and made cupcakes. I did some recipe testing for Luisa, took pictures, made hot chocolate, watched my son sprint around the house in his swimming trunks, baked a chocolate cake, talked to my mom on the phone, and read by the fire.


Now it's Sunday, the sun is shining, and we're digging ourselves out from under.

This same time, years previous: rocks in my granola, and other tales, what you can do, on thank-you notes, pink cupcakes, in no particular order, movie night, on not wanting, and capturing the moment.    

9 comments:

  1. John, Giddy? !!!! That would be something to see ;-). Love that "Tim the Tool Man" snow plow.













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  2. I agree with your husband!!! I couldn't believe the end-of-the-world hyperbole. Pfft.

    I need to know more about those delicious looking twists - is that the recipe testing?

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    1. Yes, I was testing the twists. It's not my place to say more---but I think the book will be great!

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  3. We had a delightfully lazy snow fest too, although the only baking I did was a batch of bread. We still had cupcakes and pecan pie from birthdays earlier in the week.

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  4. I enjoyed living vicariously through you on this one...but, I agree...if nothing goes wrong, being snowed in is like a mini vacation. Happy Monday to you! Hugs, Camille

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  5. My Florida Facebook friends are all gloating about not having been snowed in. Silly friends, you missed the lovely snow vacation! We are empty nesters and had a wonderful time of sleeping in, eating, watching movies and football and just having nowhere to go! And our Panthers are going to the Superbowl!!!

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  6. Your Son running outside in his trunks!! Whatever possessed him?! Lol. I'm out in California dreaming of the possible rain that *might* cause this kind of disruption in my life: time to try recipes and generally stay inside with my family. Looks like it was wonderful!

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