Saturday, February 27, 2016

Flash Blizzard


On Tuesday night, I ran into Kroger with my friend Meg (my visitor for 3 whole days because THE LORD IS GOOD!) and as I grabbed a casual head of cabbage, I noticed my Kroger-bestie working much later hours than he usually keeps. "What are you doing here so late?" I inquired.

He muttered something about management and his eyes looked tired. Then he perked up a little, "You stocking up for the blizzard?"

What blizzard? The kids had played outside with the neighbors all afternoon, some without jackets! Wasn't it mere hours ago that they'd run in then back out with armfuls of junk treasure for a late-winter yard sale?

I ran home and stalked the Weather Channel, which, if you live in my house, is the half-channel that plays elevator music 24/7 with a static "weather map" rotated out with the 7-day forecast. Times are tough and the North is wild. I don't know what else to say, other than: it transfixes me.

When there's an impending weather "situation", as was the case on Tuesday night, there's also a ticker, or as my friend Sarah always accidentally says, a "tickler", at the bottom of the screen. Indeed, a rogue storm was barreling our way.

I was duly conflicted.

Because on the one hand, we haven't had a decent snow since November. Nary a school cancellation.
But on the other hand, Meg and I had big plans to drive to the city for Lebanese food on Wednesday in our yoga pants and knit hats while the kids were in school.

The good news is, the snow wasn't supposed to hit until late afternoon on Wednesday.
The bad news is, the weather men are usually wrong.

Our walk to school the following morning made me feel like I was braving the uncertain terrain of a mountainous frontier. Or something. It was snowing so hard, every picture I took was blurry. It was snowing so hard, it made some of us cry-talk. It was snowing so hard, I commiserated with the crossing guard. It was snowing. So hard.

Megan and I did what any sensible women would do and drank tea on the couch in our pajamas for half the day, contemplating birth control methods for 40-year olds. Then we drove to Panera because I had a gift card and hit up the thrift store.

All the while, it snowed.

The kids made it home. She met Robert (she hugged him for all of you, saying, "I love you because your mom loves you!" His response: "Wow, that was a good answer.") Silas entrapped her in an unending game of dry-erase Hangman. The unfolded laundry grew wrinklier. I tried to avoid looking at any mirrored surface. 

We ate tacos and salsa, we put the kids to bed, we watched Straight Outta Compton.

We woke up to an urban Narnia. Of course school was canceled.

So we took to the streets. It was the only right thing to do.
I snapped pictures with my phone. Calvin randomly decided to shovel the entire sidewalk all the way to the street. In shorts. Silas did Silas kinds of things in the snow. Rubes hoisted up her snow pants and made them look like a true fashion statement. They made a snowman with a real scarf and carrot, but I didn't get a picture.

I was busy.

Doing absolutely nothing.

"Hanging out" as the cool kids call it.






In the ultimate twist of cruel fate, after surviving the only storm of the season together, Meg'so flight was still scheduled on time out of Chicago, so I reluctantly drove her to the airport.

But not before screeching to a halt when we passed this Salvation Army in Chicago. I could tell she doubted my enthusiasm just a bit, but not after she found this gem hiding in a dusty stack of "art". We both nearly fainted over it. It's truly a painting from the Lord. I couldn't stop (lightly) touching its texturey paint. swoon


This morning, we were back to business as usual, with the addition of POPCORN DAY! I donned my PTO t-shirt, put on make-up, and even did my hair! When I waltzed in to the popcorn closet, my friend Jess sort of shouted, "Your hair looks so beautiful!" which is not something I hear every day. My hair was made for radio, if you know what I mean. And incidentally, my voice was made for print.

The point is, life persists in being unexpected and rad. They say tomorrow it's supposed to be up close to 50 again.

We'll see about that.


Currently:
Reading
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Working on
Eating (I recommend this with grilled sourdough + Muenster + pesto!)

16 comments:

  1. Sorry Meg's flight wasn't cancelled or at least majorly delayed. A snow like that would have had our part of the world out of commission for days! Bless our southern hearts...... :-)

    This may be my favorite line ever written! ...My hair was made for radio, if you know what I mean. And incidentally, my voice was made for print.

    Tomato soup: instead of cream, I toss half a block of softened cream cheese in the blender with a couple of cups hot soup and whirl it a bit then put it all back in the pan!

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    1. You may have just rocked my low carb world with your soup plan!

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  2. I just.....really need to know. How did Meg get that art on the airplane? I would have said it couldn't be done so I obviously need to learn a few things about flying!

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    1. I am dying to know how she got that painting home, too!

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  3. We lost power for 4 hours. We NEVER lose power! My husband works for a rural electric co-op. He worked from Wednesday morning until about 8pm Thursday night and loved every freaky minute of it. The kids and I power watched Friends on Netflix. A good blizzard is the best way to stop everything!

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  4. so sorry to hear that your friend couldn't spend more time on the couch with you...I have to say I am loving that art! What a lucky find! We got a flash snow on Thursday here in Ontario...one of very few we have had this winter - and you know what??? I'm ok with that - not really a fan of winter anyway! It's supposed to be almost 50 degrees here tomorrow as well...as much as love how pretty everything looks covered in snow...I'm ready for it to go!
    Happy Weekend!

    Cheryl @ The Creative Me and My McG

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  5. ......and this is why I get sad about the fact it rarely snows in my corner of the world (Whatcom County WA, the most NW County of the most NW of the lower 48). I grew up in Nebraska & know the magic of a snow day. Alas, another winter has gone by with barely a flurry.... I have had one, vicariously through this posting, and shall hold out hope for perhaps, a snow day of our own next winter. ❄

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  6. ......and this is why I get sad about the fact it rarely snows in my corner of the world (Whatcom County WA, the most NW County of the most NW of the lower 48). I grew up in Nebraska & know the magic of a snow day. Alas, another winter has gone by with barely a flurry.... I have had one, vicariously through this posting, and shall hold out hope for perhaps, a snow day of our own next winter. ❄

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  7. I still get excited when we have a snowy day. I don't like it if I have to travel but for staying close to home it adds sparkle to a Feb. day. Now I want tacos haha.

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  8. Nice snow pics. I have to be contended with photos posted by people like you as our region is not cold enough to offer such huge amount of snow!

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  10. "She hugged him, for all of you." Yea!! :D I wish he knew how many are pulling for him!!

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  11. if only you could have had that birth control discussion a few weeks earlier. also, we need the fruity oatmeal recipe and tutorial on here if you please. we have heard all the things about it!!

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  12. i know you will totally get me when i say: THESE PICTURES. music to my eyes!

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  13. I am so glad she got to meet all the "kids". Robert is such a treat!! I am jealous of the blizzard. We have had absolutely no snow worth mentioning. How did Meg get that master piece on the plane??

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