SNOW!!!

Snow storm Albert, December 19, 2009.

This is supposedly a 50 year storm. We'll see tomorrow how Albert shapes up, won't we?

Personally, I love snow storms. It's so soft; quiet and serene. Even when the wind in howling and fierce, it's absolutely lovely. Now, don't tell the hubster - he plows for the Deptartment of Transportation and absolutely HATES this stuff! He was called out to plow today at 11:00 AM; didn't start snowing here until 8:3o PM. Yep, the state is close to bankrupt, but they're paying these guys overtime. Makes tons of sense. Well, it's the first snow of the season, everybody goes nuts - even the State.

But for me, I get blessed peace and quiet. I get to mute the television; I get to have music on; I get to talk to myself; I get to surf the net and NOT have someone interrupt me; I get to talk to my animals; I get to eat what I want when I want and HOW I want, and no one else is pestering me at all!


Don't get me wrong, I love my husband to pieces. He is my Rock! We've been married 30 years and I wouldn't trade one minute of those years. Ok, I'd trade a few of those minutes for Tom Selleck, maybe, back when he was in Magnum, P.I. shape... But to have my house to myself and be peaceful as in, NOT having an argument and him outside in a huff with me slamming stuff inside...this is PRICELESS! I only get this kind of peace when we have snowstorms.

When he comes back home I've usually found that I've missed him so much, I can barely stand it. The house is quite empty without him here. Like all homes, I think, we each leave an imprint of our molecules in the air once we've left for a bit. The house becomes stagnant without us breathing inside it.

When my daughter left for college there were still three of us living at home and she was coming back home every weekend for her part time job, but somehow the house knew she wasn't here at her regularly scheduled time slot, and it felt like the house rebelled. It seemed like her room went stale and lost it's life. I finally got to tidy up her room because she wasn't in it all the time, and when she came home Friday nights her room became the usually pigsty, but even then the house was still out of sorts... Off kilter in a weird kind of way. The house never truly recovered until she found the love of her life and totally moved away.

Now she and her husband come to visit and the house goes into shock. She blows into "home" like a whirlwind, leaving every light on in every room she passes through. She trails clothing, shoes, purses and tote bags, makeup, mail...all in a 2 hour visit. And the house sighs, "she's baaack!"