Monday, March 2, 2009
Hello chaps. Sitting here, quite happily, amidst the snow flakes. There is still something magical about the sound of a snow plow on a school day. I was thinking this morning how we used to lay in bed ( it was about 58 degrees in the house ) and listen for the plow on 224, hoping that Mom would call up the stairs that school was cancelled. At that point, an Obama-like joy would overwhelm me. Anyway, thats it from Jersey. Expecting 8-10 inches before its all done, but it will be gone by this time next week. Later.
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We are home from school today, too. But, in true Southern style, we have abou 1/2" still on the ground and the roads are bone dry. The rebs are scared to death by the white stuff and all activities come to a stop, sometimes even with the threat. I"ve seen school cancelled because of a bad forcast that never was fulfilled. Oh well. We did have about 2 hours of 50-cent piece sized flakes and enjoyed the appropriate amount of revelry. This was a nice diversion since our dear "Grampy" died on Saturday. He was the boys' other grandad and meant the world to us.
Wow, that brought back a rush of memories of that moment Tim! The joy that would rush over me when I heard the snowplow in the middle of the night knowing that school was most likely canceled. Back then the joy was in being snowed in. Now I get cranky if we get snowed in without an abundance of snacks and harrass the city to get my street plowed so we can get to the store! But they never listen. They leave us snackless and unplowed...sadness fills me even now with the thought.
Fig, on a more real note, sorry as can be about Grampy. The world is less warm without those we love to share it. As adults we realize they have gained their freedom, but its much different for kids. Its simplyand painfully a loss of love and hugs. Hugs to the boys. Hugs to you all.
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