Snow Blizzard full coverage

I love snow!  I honestly do.  I’m a California native and, though I grew up 20 minutes from the beach, I also have very fond memories of family ski trips to Lake Tahoe and Yosemite.  And, I lived in Colorado for a year where, it goes without saying, people live for the snow.  So, I welcome an occasional blizzard with open arms.

It’s funny because, as much as I love the quirky, sensation-seeking, eccentricity of the nation’s capital and its surrounding areas, people around here make an unnecessarily big deal about the snow.  I mean, a massive deal.  As if the world has come to the end.  And, gasp, for a moment, there’s no political bickering or brilliant K street madness or protests for and against the cause du jour.  It’s ALL about the pretty white stuff.  I won’t refer to today’s storm as “snowpocalypse” because that now seems to be completely over-used.  But that probably is the best way to describe it.  I wonder what people in Buffalo are saying right now.  They’re likely chuckling inside.

On Thursday evening, we decided to hit the stores to do some shopping.  Whole Foods was a total disaster.   As was Trader Joe’s.  The aisles were packed, the shelves were empty.  You’d think an asteroid was about to hit.  And because Will Smith is in L.A., there may be no hope for us, or mankind for that matter.  I guess it doesn’t help that the Super Bowl is tomorrow.  So, on top of stocking up on bread, milk, and toilet paper (go figure), people felt the need to indulge in a little Sunday booze and wings prep at the same time, probably thinking they wouldn’t be able to leave their homes for days.  Which could quite possibly happen.  What did we buy?  Ribs and wine.  The essentials, clearly.

Anyway, the snow, as beautiful as it is, is still coming down.  In fact, it’s blowing horribly.  The roads aren’t plowed.  And, rather than try to play hero in the X3 in this so-called “monster” storm, we put on the snow gear, minus the goggles this time (BIG mistake), and walked a full 15 minutes to 7-Eleven.  Just for the fun of it.  Now that we’re back, I’m tempted to put on my skis and shred it up.  Oh wait, there are no mountains here.  Or make-shift slopes.  Or even snow drifts with the potential for a little cafeteria tray action.  Ah well.  A day inside it will have to be!

Cheers to fully embracing the white stuff.

P.S. Truly fascinating how determined the forecasters are to break records…makin’ history, people!  Makin’ history.

Oh, and this was written yesterday, but posted today.  Weather update – clear skies, glacially frigid, and very limited road access.  Sigh…