P.S.

Another storm warning was issued yesterday. This warranted some discussion. The Neighbor mused about how she would get to Tacoma for a meeting if that were the case. But we didn't take it too seriously. The fact is, every few years we have some snow fall and then it warms up and it rains until June. That we still have snow in our yards after a week is a little crazy but surely we'll get back to normal soon enough.

The only thing I worried about was the side streets, which still bear a fair amount of snow and ice from last week's storm. To get to The Child's school I have to go up and down some significant hills. The main arterials are all clear and have been for days. It's getting to them that can still be a challenge. If it did snow, even a little, that could make the morning communte nerve-wrackingly slippy-slidey.

I needn't have worried. At 5:30 The Spouse gently shook me awake. "Look", he said, singing his little "la la lalala" to the tune of "Sleigh Ride". The snow was coming down. Hard. And it's supposed to snow like this for at least another hour. The reports are suggesting that it will turn to rain later today, which, if it clears the roads and doesn't freeze over tonight, means we'll get back to normal tomorrow. Or we won't.

Things to Do Today:

• Eat a big bowl of Scotch oats with lots of brown sugar and maple walnuts.
• Make a snow angel. Maybe 3.
• Bake something. Maybe some brioche, or some cinnamon rolls.
• Make a big pot of soup for The Child's lunch.
• Do something academic with The Child. She is going to be dumb as a brick if this keeps up. Perhaps I should just plan on homeschooling her until spring.
• Enjoy the beautiful, pristine landscape as long as I can.

A lot of people have grown weary of all this. Some reporter was even talking about kids who were disappointed to see more snow. (I doubt they are upset about the snow, per se. It's the prospect of being in school into July that is no doubt weighing on them). But I'm not yet weary of the pristine views, the quiet days punctuated only by the crunch of intrepid kids looking for a new sledding spot. I like that the bare patches in the back garden, churned up by The Dog, are all frosted over again. I like that it is so frosty brisk outside and so toasty warm inside. This snow is a rare and beautiful gift. So long as I don't have to drive in it, I don't mind a bit.