Snowstorm

Last week we had a big snowstorm. Schools were cancelled for not one day but two days in a row. We got about 18 inches of snow in one day, I think. It was pretty epic.

I took pictures through our kitchen window because I'm a wimp like that.


I'll be honest: I am not the snow adventurer I was when I was a kid. I don't like the cold. I'll go out to shovel snow when necessary, but I don't think to myself, "Oh snow, hurray, I think I'll go build a snowman and have a snowball fight and get wet jeans and damp socks and cold snow down my neck and frostbite on my fingers! I'll lie in the cold wet stuff and make snow angels, and slide around on it and get it all up and down my pant legs, and then when I go inside I'll track it into my house so my floors can be wet!"

Like I said, wimp. And you can add boring to the list if you want. I'm okay with it.

I did venture out to get a picture of some icicles on our house:


I snapped this picture just before my index finger froze and dropped off at my feet. You don't believe me? You must not live in New England. It is really cold here.

For example, last night it was seven degrees out by 9:00 pm. Seven.

This kind of weather does not make me altogether happy, although it does look very pretty - as long as I can stay inside where it's warm.