random thoughts – Day 1,761 – (Saturday) – snow day

Welcome.

So, I opened my mouth a couple days ago and said I would like some snow. I got what I asked for, and more. Maybe I need to confidently ask for some other things, like a level of job certainty or maybe a million dollars so I don’t need to worry about the job part anymore.

The Friday weather forecasts called for a “coating to an inch” and I went to bed with the impression there wouldn’t be much when I woke up. When I looked out the window at 8:00 this morning, there was snow. It was falling and had already accumulated an inch or so. The morning weather reports seemed to be backpedaling and covering their butts with language like “Well, we said maybe an inch but then we added that there could be isolated higher accumulations.”

I’m not mad there is snow. I just wish the forecast had set expectations that were closer to the reality. It felt like being at work for the past month and feeling blindsided by developments beyond the control of me or anyone on my team. If the forecasts said several inches, I would likely have been mapping out my snow day welcome and imagining reading and drinking hot cocoa and the shovel workout.

Snow day leisure.

Anyway. I dressed in my fantasy ski-lodge ensemble of Cuddl Duds long john base layers under leggings and a Cuddl Duds long top, and Nordic patterned socks. I haven't been inside a ski lodge in several years, but a girl can dream. The attire was snowy-day suitable for leaving the house to go to LaLa Books for the book I wanted to buy on Friday before I realized I didn't have my wallet, but the jury was still out as to whether that might happen or not. It would depend upon factors like the snow stopping and if my street was plowed or not. In the meantime, my butt was parked on the couch. 

The snow day menu was soup. Of course it was. It was a snow day, and there was a pot of it in the fridge. This time, half and half was added to the bowl, to change it up a bit from the past couple days. Instead of bread or crackers, I got all wild with toast with butter. Before deciding on the soup, the idea of making a quiche was toyed with, because baking and a snow day go well together. Then I decided to do it later in the afternoon, possibly after going downtown to the bookstore.

Shortly before 4:00, a break was taken from the marathon of The White Lotus on Max. I slipped on the tall snow boots and the L.L. Bean coat and the Burton snow gloves and trudged to the shed for the shovels. Had I been prepared for snow accumulation beyond a dusting that could be swept, there would already have been a shovel planted at the front and back doors.

The snow was several inches deep, but it was light and fluffy. Not good for making snowballs or snow people, but quick work for shoveling. In about 30 minutes, the car and driveway were cleaned off, there was cleared access to the doors and trash bin, and I was sweating. The street had been plowed and there was time to go downtown, but the activity was postponed. Maybe on Sunday. It was back to the season one marathon of The White Lotus, which I’ve already seen a couple times, but had forgotten so much of  it felt new.

The Swedish drama, The Breakthrough (Netflix), was the early evening entertainment. It involves use of DNA to solve a crime, which is the detail in the show’s description that caught my attention. This kept me from making the quiche, but there is still Sunday for such delightful domestic endeavors, and maybe I’ll have been to the grocery store for mushrooms or spinach or something else interesting to add to it.