Yeah, we knew snow was coming. Three to six inches, we heard… and at this point in winter, New Englanders are wicked jaded. No pre-storm hysteria, no preemptive school or office closings, everyone just kind of blew it off.
It snowed all day Thursday, but nothing stuck to the road or ground. Friday morning was a different picture. Snow was piling up on the roads and showed no signs of letting up. No school for Little Boy, which meant he was parked in front of coloring books and the television while Mr. P and I worked from home.
By Friday afternoon, we had about 15 inches of wet cement-like snow (“heart-attack snow,” they call it). We ventured outside for a solid 90 minutes of snow fun. Perfect for snowmen, but a bitch to shovel.
Carrot in Your Eye
