Those words used to bring joy to my heart when I was teaching. (What? You didn’t think teachers enjoyed snow days too?) After growing up in Iowa, we’ve lived in a number of very snowy places–Minneapolis, Denver, Sheridan Wyoming and Park City Utah to name a few. I still remember the Thanksgiving weekend in Utah when we received 5 mortal FEET of the white stuff. We had to get the snowblowers (yep, we had two of them!) every hour on the hour to avoid being buried and totally housebound.
It was actually kind of fun.
But I confess I’m not looking forward to the record breaking storm that’s supposedly heading to Boston tomorrow. For one thing, snow in New England isn’t the fluffy powder we got out West. It’s wet and heavy and feels ever so much colder because of the moisture content.
Even that wouldn’t be insurmountable because we live in a condo now and don’t have to shovel. We’re close enough to pubic transit not to even need to drive unless we want to. I can prepare for the whiteouts and the 60 mile an hour winds that accompany a nor’easter. We can hunker down and stay warm and eat food that doesn’t need to be cooked if we lose power.
But I’m worried. You see, we aren’t able to all be safe and sound when the snow starts falling. My DH has been in California for work all week and he will be flying home tomorrow . . . into the storm. He tried to rebook the red-eye for tonight, but all the planes are going out full. So he’ll start back tomorrow morning and hopefully (please, God!) arrive at Logan at 5:00PM. That will be after the snow has started falling sideways, but before it’s supposed to really get going around 7 Friday night.
So to take my mind off the gauntlet he’ll be running, I hope you’ll share your storm stories with me. What’s the worst blizzard you’ve been in? How did you prepare? Do you have any special snowday activities you enjoy?
I’ll keep you updated on the DH’s progress throughout the day!