It’s snowing again here today, another 30-40 cm expected by the end of the day. We’re running out of places to put it along the sides of the driveways. It was charming for the first week or so, but now I’m already tired of winter, and we still have what, eight more months to go? At least this new snowfall means that the snowbanks along our street are pretty sweet for sledding. If it ever gets above -18 degrees outside, we’ll be able to put the kids outside for a good time.
Our neighbour from across the street was just here. They were supposed to have a big family party this afternoon, but most of their extended family lives an hour or two away, so everyone has called and cancelled. That leaves them with food enough for 60 and a booked visit with St. Nick at 4 p.m. that will only be attended by their own two kids. He was out making the rounds to everyone on our street, inviting us to come on over and help them eat the food and celebrate the snowstorm. He had to wade through a foot and a half of snow to get to our front door so you can tell they really, really have no room at all in the freezer.
I think we’ll head over. The Wee One already has her festive red snowflakes sleeper on, and the shortbread I was planning on making this afternoon can wait until tomorrow.
I guess snowstorms aren’t so bad, after all.