Wednesday, January 12, 2011

It's Even Being Called Snowpocalypse

I meant to write a post about Christmas. I truly did. It would have been about past Christmases, the magic of it all, the glee of opened presents and then a whole section devoted on all of the truly awesome things I received (it was A. LOT.) but that time has come and gone and now it is the middle of January.

I was also going to write an entire post on my New Year’s resolutions, and I still may because I like to fly by the seat of my pants like that, but I’m not going to do that right now.

Instead I shall write about how the south is covered in snow and how we just don’t know what to do with ourselves.

Now that we’re in the mountains, we’re seeing more snow than we used to when we lived a little bit further south around Atlanta, but we still only get a little snow occasionally, enough to stick for a handful of snowballs and the most wee snowman you ever did see, and then it melts fast away. This week, however, we are hit with what I’m assuming will be named The Great Blizzard of 2011 (akin to The Great Blizzard of ‘93, of which I possess fond memories). Schools have been closed all week, people are encouraged to stay home, there is a handful of crews for the entire state, roads like our backwoods country ones haven’t even been touched, and people are going out of their minds.

I, on the other hand, am loving it. I worry that my future self will have that debilitating fear of leaving the house since I have enjoyed being stuck inside of it for so long. Reading facebook, I’ve been amused by how quickly posts went from “Yay, no work and school!” to “Go away snow, I want out of my house!”. Here in our little happy home Jeff has kept an ongoing fire, I suppose to entertain his inner mountain man since our heat has worked just fine. We have eaten an extra meal a day, because why not? The kids lived in their flannel pajamas only changing in order to put on several layers of clothes for outdoor play, which involved crunching through the top layer of ice only to sink down into the deeper powdery stuff, and taking turns shoving each other on a Rubbermaid storage top down the hill in the backyard. I spent a good amount of time trying to see how large of a piece of ice I could break off just for giggles, and then stopped to question at what point I had lost reason. We watched an insane number of movies and played checkers and stood at the windows at night, looking of the reflection of the moon on all of the unbroken ice in the fields. It seemed like each day just stretched on and on, and it was marvelous.

Jeff went back to work tonight, but the kids and I will just be at home again tomorrow, enjoying this nice and needed little break from the outside world.

And now I have just written an entire post on the weather and put it on the internet.