On Friday afternoon, when the weekend weather predictions were for 10-14 inches of snow, a fourth grader friend gave me the latest conventional wisdom on the “Come on, snow” ritual. To guarantee a snowfall, she said, you should
- Flush an ice cube down the toilet
- Put a sock on your doorknob
- Place a spoon under your pillow
- Wear your pajamas inside out
When I told young Abby and Sam Malinky about this on Friday night, they did all four almost immediately…and now, around 20 inches of snow later, I suspect their efforts have paid off.
The snow is at least knee high on me, and the only part of my car that I can see is the side mirror. All weekend events from plays to church to social activities have been cancelled, and all I can say is thank goodness I finished my Christmas cards and Christmas shopping on Friday. School was scheduled to happen on Monday and Tuesday, but if the cleanup doesn’t proceed quickly, then I suspect we’ll be declaring ourselves already on winter break. I am not one to overuse the word ‘awesome,’ but if this is not an occasion for it, I don’t know what is.
I have a feeling that the best part of today will be when I walk outside and smell all those Christmas cookies baking and fireplace fires blazing, then walk inside to smell the roast turkey that’s been in my freezer since before Thanksgiving, when I opted to go untraditional and ate Chinese instead. It’s amazing to me that, in what has been a month of chart topping stress (like any other December), I’ve been blessed with such a welcome and beautiful halt to the normally hairy routine. So, sitting here in the early morning, before anyone else has awakened, I think what I also think on that much-anticipated night when we gain the autumnal daylight savings hour: let’s not squander it.