We did not know anything about a blizzard heading our way on the Long Island Sound until we heard about it on the Sunday morning news. 800 flights canceled! 1400 flights cancelled! 2000 flights cancelled! Winds at 50 miles per hour! Road crews on 24-hour alert! Travel warnings on all major highways on Long Island! Snow falls of 24 inches!
(This is Bibs [see above], sitting in the cosy feral cat hutch in the backyard, looking out at them white flakes coming down from the sky.)
It started to snow at 10 in the AM. So I got my Champagne-O-Meter set out in the backyard, with his friend Mr. Snowy for company:
And then me and Top Cat had to go out to a family get-together (there was going to be cake, otherwise we would have stayed home in our burrow) and did not return until 8:30Pm.:
And when we woke up the next morning I had to dig to find the Champagne-O-Meter and his friend Mr. Snowy:
My husband, Top Cat, is in charge of shoveling out the driveway and sidewalks. I am in charge of shoveling a path from Bib’s hutch in the backyard to our back door (just because there’s 20 inches of snow on the ground doesn’t mean that a feral cat has to miss breakfast):
And there’s always snow birds bird-dogging the cat food:
But the best part of waking up this morning was waking up to a SNOW DAY! All Summer long I dream of snow. All Fall I have counted the days until Winter. And all these six days of Winter I have wished and hoped for a SNOW DAY.
Snow Days are those days when everything you do — make a pot of tea, find a good book to read, put on your favorite DVD, turn up the volume on your favorite CD — becomes a matter of psychological survival. To tell the truth, all these little activities that we do to stay sane on every other day are just as important, but never more so or more validated than when we are cooped up under two feet of snow on a SNOW DAY.
For instance, I had an idea come to me about two weeks ago. It was a wacky idea that popped into my head as a vision, without explanation, out of nowhere, when I wasn’t even thinking of anything remotely connected to it. And today I’m going to fiddle with it, and it’s going to seem dignified and creative because I’m keeping busy and productive on a SNOW DAY.
I have a small collection of bird’s nests — three beautiful birds’ nests that I’ve found along my walks in the suburbs. And I also have a collection of vintage Christmas tree ornaments — ornaments for a tree that I never put up (us Druids don’t really “do” Christmas).
And my vision combined the two. This way:
So, Dear Readers, what are you going to do today to make the most of your SNOW DAY, today and every day?