Dear Mr. Al Gore:
Today is March 8th. I am trapped in my house, what with the Level 2 Snow Emergency and all (for those not familiar with snow emergencies: there are only three levels–it has to be pretty darn bad just to get to a level one and, by the time you hit a level 3 they are threatening to arrest you if they catch you out on the road). This is what I see out my window today:
This drift on my deck is probably about 3 1/2 feet tall.
My neighbor’s house in only significant in the sense that you should be able to see a road between here and there.
My backyard. The camera wasn’t out of focus, and the resolution is actually pretty good. It is all of the freakin’ snow still falling that makes it look so blurry.
That is, after all, why they are calling it a blizzard.
How’s that for inconvenient?
OK, while I’m here, I just have to toot my own horn. Yesterday was a good day. Not only did I manage to blow-dry my hair (first time since the baby was born!), but I also made all four beds, did laundry, finished reading Peter and the Starcatchers*, and worked some on C’s teddy bear (which I will finish today). And I did it all with all four kids home and no one else here to help me manage. Woo Hoo! I may just be able to function after all!
Of course, I haven’t even managed a shower yet today. Ironically, this has a lot to do with the fact that Sean is home and buzzing around doing projects. If I set E~ down and he starts to cry (which he always does when I set him down) Sean feels compelled to stop what he is doing, sigh, and pick E~ up. So E~ is strapped to me in the wonderful Baby Bjorn (seriously, they should pay me to promote them), and I am in my pajamas with crazy hair and no make-up. Not that it matters. I can’t go anywhere, anyhow. You know–blizzard and what-not.
At some point, before the day is over, I am going to post some password-protected photos of the baby. If you want to see them (and I’m sure you’re not some crazy sicko), just email me and I will give you the password.
*I did end up liking the book enough that I will go ahead and read the rest of the series. It was not, however, exactly what I expected/hoped for. I was excited about Dave Barry’s particular brand of humor, which wasn’t really there so much. This is understandable, since it isn’t written for adults, but I still missed it.