Anyone else here have the words to every Raffi Christmas song imprinted in the brains of each member of the family?
If you could see out my bedroom window this moment, or I wasn't too lazy to go downstairs and find my phone and take a pic to upload, you would think it was Christmas Eve and we were having The Best White Christmas Ever. I took a pic with Photo Booth, but it sucks and no matter what filter or adjustment I make, you can't see the snow coming down.
So just picture a snow globe with heavy flakes falling quickly and thickly, and you have the damn scene outside the window.
The mister and I are very grateful that we blew out of the Cape at of 9:15 this morning because neither of us knew this was forecasted, and if we got caught on the New England Thruway in this mess, we'd both be crying.
WIFE: What's the weather supposed to be today?
HUSBAND: Supposed to be sunny and above freezing.
WIFE: Really, looks like snow.....
HUSBAND: Nope, no snow today.
I say no more.
It's been quite the week of travel, training, training, training, and then an unexpected FOURTH day of training, which resulted in me landing in New York Friday night at 10:30 PM and dragging my heavy suitcase all by myself up to the rooftop parking lot as the wind howled around me.
I am not being that dramatic.
Then we jumped out of bed, rounded up the dogs, and left for the Cape at 7:15 the next morning. (I hadonly agreed to so Mr. Pom wouldn't drive by himself and then I had to drag him out of bed, he who was in his PJs drinking wine when his wife pulled into the driveway and didn't hear her, and he who didn't have anything but spoilt milk for her to put in her tea after being away on business for a week.....)
But I digress.
Someone on IG described us such an adventurous couple when I posted that I was in Chicago at 6:30 PM and on Cape Cod by way of New York 18 hours later.
Let me disabuse you of this notion: our idea of adventure is cappuccinos in the city on Saturday morning.
We did not go to the Cape for the adventure, we went because of this:
And also this:
The top photo is the mountain of snow left by the front loader that bulldozed the driveway clear for us so an oil delivery could be made. The regular guy who plows couldn't do it because it was 2 feet of snow and 6 inches of ice on top. The middle pic is our bay beach - Cape Cod Bay - where we swim every summer. That little black dot is a crazy peson walking out on the water like you know who. I suppose I could have walked to Boston and visited The Graphic Designer. I usually sit on that bench to watch the 4th of July Fireworks and bat away the no-see'ums. The bottom pic is one of about 6 rows of snow 20 feet high that stretch the length of Nauset Beach parking lot, apparently dumped there by the town.
Nauset has been decimated by the storms and I'm not posting pics here, you can see them on FB or IG, because it is too depressing. Suffice to say that Liam's may have to cordon off a section of the parking lot to put the picnic tables before they fall into the ocean.
We hadn't been up there in 6 weeks and we were scared to death that the roof was about to collapse, or the water in from the street had frozen. Flip, who cleared the driveway, put us in a panic when he told us that our cable/internet line was laying in the street, and we weren't sure if the electric lines were down also. We were very, very grateful, giddy almost, to discover we had water, heat, and electricity, no limbs or trees down, and only a few inches on the roof.
[Question: If I can go on IG and FB and receive texts whilst hurting down I95 at 65 mph (with Mr. Pom in the driver seat, not I), why could I do none of the above whilst in my own house when the internet service was down? Why??]
And due to this blasted snow, although we rushed home in plenty of time for our once a week Squishy visit, the roads are too bad to get out and we won't see him for another week.
Oh good grief, what sunny, happy pics can I show you??
Chicago was just as cold and snowy. I was deliriously happy just being able to walk through this concourse at O' Hare and pretend it was spring.
I tried to surreptitously snap pics of the floating glass sculptures as I pulled my 45 pound suitcase and laptop bag along without looking like a total tourist gawker.
These beautiful window peels were created by students and I am trying to google the exhibition, but am coming up with naught. Sorry.
The effect waslike walking into a tunnel of sunlight and summer, and very welcome after a week when my only contact with fresh air was from the space between the hotel door and the shuttle to corporate and back again at night. Without a car, few of us went anywhere for dinner, and instead became fast friends with the hotel pub, where we had healthy and balanced dinners each night of tomatoes (Bloody Marys) and veggies (free popcorn).
But look who picked me and drove me to the airport, and took me to dinner and lunch!
Vermont and New York collide in Chicago! And Miss Carol showed up at lunch at Portillo's, which I knew nothing about and now am all jazzed to take my colleagues there to eat hot dogs in October, when I return. Or at least the Famous Chocolate Cake.
So although our baby learned to clap this week, and I wasn't there, and although all his aunts have held and cuddled him all week, and I wasn't there, and although the snow has erased the time in the next week that I can see him, and I will in truth probably pass out well before Downtown Abbey, I'm not bitter.
Just in a total funk.