If it snowed this much back home, the entire town would shut down. School's would be canceled due to the fact that the buses wouldn't be able to get up the unplowed gravel roads. Deliveries would never be made either. There would be riots in the grocery stores because they couldn't keep enough of the staples in stock. Hehe. I can imagine it now, people battling it out for the last loaf of bread.
It's a different kind of snow though. Here it a light, dry, powdery snow. Its extremely easy to brush off your car, and if you gently place some in your hand and then fling it into the air, the snow slowly drifts down like tiny white feathers. And it sparkles every where it touches, even when the sun isn't shining. This snow is like that magical fake stuff they use in movies.
I love and hate snow. From my bedroom window, I love the way it rests on the warm glass and glimmers underneath the streetlights. From my car, I hate the way it mocks me, attacking my windshield as if it where the white plague of death. As beautiful as this snow may be, I believe perhaps it is controlled by the forces of evil; shutting me up in my home, and making me late for work.
Getting to church this morning was a pain, but every morning for the last two weeks has been a pain and I'm reluctantly getting use to it. Matt didn't come with me. He caught the flu last night and couldn't even lift his head off the pillow this morning. So I brought him some medicine home and when he was up to it, fixed him some soup. I've been checking his temp about every forty five minutes, and the decimal is slowly dropping.
I'd never say this to his face but he's quite adorable when he's miserable; all pouty and wrapped up in a blanket. But it's a good day to be sick. The snow is not permitting us access to the outside world at the moment.
Let's just hope my flu shot does it's job and I don't get sick. Although I think I would have by now after all those snot faced hugs and months of kissing owies.
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