It’s a snow day here and it’s lovely, a fairyland of white. Our Southern yard is a winter wonderland, except for a little yellow snow-writing compliments of Scout-the-wonder-dog, and even that will be covered soon because the snow is still falling.
Thanks to Accu-weather, we knew it was coming. Schools were closed, appointments were changed. Forecasters are saying we could get 6 to 10 inches. It’s definitely stay-at-home weather.
Like most areas of the South, our city doesn’t have enough snow plows to keep traffic moving. They salt the bridges and the busiest streets before the snow starts, then the machinery they have is concentrated on the bridges and the main streets. They won’t get to the residential streets. Smart people wait it out.
The weather forecasters gave us plenty of notice, so folks were able to head to the supermarkets to strip the shelves of bread and milk. Our neighborhood hardware store reported that they sold 300 sleds in 45 minutes yesterday morning.
Each of us had our own priorities for survival.
I heeded the call for a Cab and headed to the store:
Dearly Beloved chose to order his survival gear via Amazon. The package arrived today, just ahead of the storm:
I should have baked more cookies.
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“He was in a fairy kingdom where everything was possible.
He looked up at the sky. And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth. It was clearing, and over the tops of the trees clouds were swiftly sailing as if unveiling the stars.”
― Leo Tolstoy