When I was growing up, we rarely had a snow day. I remember standing at the corner waiting for the bus with snow covering my coat and scarf…barely being able to see. Back then, it was rare for my mom to drive us to school. We, like the mailman, walked through rain, sleet, and snow.
Tonight, our school district sent out a message announcing school will be closed tomorrow in anticipation of our only snow storm this winter. We are expected to get 10-12 inches..so far we have not one flake has fallen. In the county we live, a foot of snow could potentially shut down school until Thursday. Friends have already hit Facebook and have begun posting roaring fires, mounds of snacks, sleds, shovels, and more (which is a welcome break from all the political posts).
The kids are over the top excited! My son has plans with his friends to hit the “big hill” to begin sledding as soon as daylight breaks. My daughter and her friends are baking cookies. The excitement level is high to say the least. To be honest, I am probably equally excited. I hit the groceries stores over the weekend stocking my pantry and fridge. In our little niche of the world, grocery stores are typically packed days in advanced with panicked people grabbing large quantities of milk and toilet paper.
So here’s to warm fires and good snuggles. Here’s to snow pants, mittens, sledding, and hot cocoa (complete with the best dark chocolate marshmallows I picked up at Trader Joe’s). Here’s to comfy blanket and good books. Winter has finally arrived!
PS. School was never cancelled when your mom went to school – except for the big snow storm in 1950 when we got over 30 inches. In one day we got about 28 inches.
PS1 or PPS. You forgot that bread is right up there with mild and tp.
PPPS. 👍
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