I was nearly giddy with excitement when the Nixle alert came across my phone Friday morning warning of a Winter Weather Advisory. For once, a predicted snowstorm is arriving on a weekend and I can sleep in, instead of shuffle out of bed early to shovel snow and get to work.
As a reporter who has to find and write the news through snowstorms and blizzards, this is my kind of snow day.
Oh sure, I had to cancel plans for my Saturday — plans that included a trip to St. Paul to see the European Christmas Market at Union Depot — but the plans were made knowing the weather could keep us all safe and warm at home.
I have a long list of things I want to do on my forced weekend at home — finish a book or two, finish a hand-stitched ornament or two, perhaps dig out a Terry Redlin puzzle that’s been “waiting ‘til winter” or finally getting those Christmas cards written and mailed, before Christmas, for a change!
Perhaps I should start a new hardanger Christmas doily, or begin one in traditional white or ecru. Oooh, I should start that cross-stitch picture I’ve had stashed away for a couple of months — it looks like a fun project!
My apologies if I’m rambling — I just finished enjoying an extra large cup of caffeine-filled Spicy Orange tea, one of the last tea bags in a box I purchased in Germany a few years ago. That, combined with the sheer joy of potentially being stuck at home, has me, well, as I said, nearly giddy with excitement.
In addition to all of the fun stuff on my to-do list, I suppose I’ll have to do the not-so-fun stuff, too, like laundry and making up some hot dishes for the freezer. A Crock-Pot filled with chili can simmer all day, and maybe I’ll make that big pot of chicken tortilla soup as well.
Enough of this blog writing, I’d better get to work!
“Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
It doesn’t show signs of stopping
And I’ve brought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.”
— Sammy Cahn, Jule Styne
For those who plan to be out and about in the storm, please be careful. Nobody wants to break a leg or an arm or an elbow this close to Christmas, or anytime really.