Hunkering down this weekend, I think. Snow is predicted in feet, not inches. I have groceries, medicine, bottled water, games, books, clean clothes, hats....oh, but no waterproof gloves for Joel. He has cloth, but not vinyl ones that fit.
I went to Target today for food and gloves (along with 40,001 other women who were "looking well to the ways of their households" so they could "smile at the future"). Target was sold out of boys' gloves.
Church is being delayed to 2pm if we get snow, but I am fairly certain we won't be able to get up our hill even if we can get out of our driveway. Will there be a Superbowl party at our friends' house?
I love snow, but not to drive in and not to be in, quite honestly. Makes lovely pictures and for some romance, but I am just about ready for spring. One more good snow and I'm eager to see crocuses push up through the dirt under the flowering plum tree out front. This isn't a complaint. I'm thankful for all the beauty of snow, that we've never had a power outage, that we've had the means to buy plenty of food, that we have helpful neighbors who are willing to take chocolate chip cookies as payment for snowblowing our driveway, and for a host of other things. I'm just saying it's not the season that I like to see last a long time. That's all.