Is there anybody doesn’t love a snow day? All of our lives don’t we long for that magical moment when we were/are told the weather was/is too bad to go to school…or work…or the store even. Snow days are different than sick days or vacation days or holidays. Snow days are bonuses. In fact yesterday, when I informed our employees that we were closing today because of blizzard warnings, the exclamations of joy were louder than on the rare occasions we announce bonuses in the form of money!
Okay…so it’s only 26° with 24 mph winds and less than two inches snow accumulation. By Northome, Minnesota standards (especially back in the day) that’s just a regular winter day–here in Albuquerque it is an Event. It’s obvious why I want to travel in the Arctic isn’t it? Nostalgia. And my REI, Kathmandu and Basecamp outfits and accoutrements. Really, it is wanting to recapture something that can only return in the form of ever-fainter memories–a snowy day serving to jog those memories of kid-time and the little old house in the woods and mom and dad and Robert and wind howling and cinnamon rolls baking and two or three dogs under the table and a couple of stoves blasting direct fire-heat…
Well…darn…already the sun’s creeping out, doesn’t make it any warmer or less windy but spoils the whole effect for me. The closed-in, hunkered-down, reveling-in-coziness effect.
Here’s a hour ago:
Christmas “decorations” still up at my place!