Eleven Days of Snow

Day One: It’s snowing! It’s snowing, snowing, snowing. I hope it sticks. Maybe it’ll stick. Do I have a sled?

Day Two: Everything is white. This is beautiful. No problem. Let’s go pick up a friend at the airport. Four and a half hours of waiting because the Max line froze up. Kill me now.

Day Three: Sledding almost works. There’s a little bit of snow on the ground.

Day Four: It takes 10 minutes to leave the house. Long-johns under jeans, jeans under snow pants, snow pants into snow boots, two sweatshirts and a down vest, coat over the top of it all.

Day Five: Feels like an End of Days Movie. Snow ball fights abound.

Day Six: Movie indoors, under thirty pounds of blankets. Hot tea. Heaven.

Day Seven: Sledding with a boogie board. Reaching face-flapping speeds. Broke up a fight between teenagers at top of sledding hill. Was I ever that big of a dumbass?

Day Eight: Sledding again. Snow down front of coat.

Day Nine: Sledding again. New distance and speed records set.

Day Ten: One movie and a Blazer game watched. Barely left shelter. Worked six hours at the store. Sold out of ice-scrapers.

Day Eleven: Didn’t leave house until 2:30pm. Getting cabin fever. Long for cross-country skis. Marshall Islands. A sunburn. Went to Starbucks inside Safeway just to get out. Everywhere else is closed. Deli is packed.