I am snow happy. When someone talked about snow at work this week, I said "I hope it's a we're snowed in for a couple of days kind of snow." Well, here I sit - snowed in, day two. Offices are closed, and I am in pure white precip bliss. I just walk around the house from window to window oohing and ahing at the prettiness. Right now, I am enjoying life from the diva bag (Coleman sleeping bag) with a cocktail from Durham-based company White Whale, listening to She & Him on Pandora - ready to blog away.
I take gorgeous back roads to and from work each day, and the last time it snowed big, I got caught up behind some non-4x4 vehicles. I said I would be out of the office earlier the next time it snowed - not early enough this time: I have an under 20 minute commute, and yesterday I made it home in three and a half hours. I wasn't mad. I had snacks, good music, water, and the streets were gorgeous. I met new people, was reassured good samaritans still exist and was just thankful I would be making it home that day.
As soon as I got home, I was out the door playing in the snow with Bentley.
Fresh powder called for snowwwgaritas.
Hank and I borrowed and waxed the bottom of Bentley's crate and went backyard sledding.
Hank wrote me a sweet snow note.
We borrowed a cup of liquid gold (milk) from the neighbors to make delicious chicken and dumplings paired with sauteed broccolini for our snowed-in dinner. Recipe on the way!
We woke up today to ice, ice, baby. Bentley was sliding all over the place.
Bentley and I sat in the rockers on the back balcony (with lots of blankets) to watch the sledders.
To do list for today: bar cart out, kick back, watch the snow keep coming down.
Happy Snow Day!
