Well, light, fluffy flakes of happiness are falling from the sky. There's almost no breeze, so it's falling pretty much straight down. It's quiet enough that if you stand very still, you can hear the flakes hitting the ground. Heaven.
We're projected to get between 2 and 4 inches. And it's cold enough that it'll hang around for a while.
Everyone in the area is acting like this is White Armageddon, but I don't think it'll be that big a deal. One of the supervisors at work was telling his people what to do if the end of the world happened today, and I piped up and reminded him that it wasn't going to be raining frogs, just a little snow. I'll probably get a talking to for that later.
This morning, the kids were up and doing an ancient Norwegian snow dance in the living room in hopes that they'd close schools. No luck for them. A lot of the rural districts around the city are closing schools, but they have to deal with a lot of country roads to get the kids to school, so that's understandable.
I braved the supermarket last night to do the mid-week grocery shopping, and I seemed to be between waves of the Golden Horde. The bread shelves were picked pretty clean, so I obviously wasn't the first one there to get food, but the store wasn't too busy yet. I was in and out in less than 30 minutes, so I feel lucky.
So, hopefully in the next few days we'll be able to take BooBoo out for his first snowball and snowman. It's nice that the snow will stick around for a while.
2 comments:
enjoy the snow ...
I always do. Snow is the thing about living up north that I always miss.
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