Snow post continued ….

And it’s gone. Melted into slush, then melted into water and slid down into the river out to the Sound.

It was fun while it lasted.

The first day of the snow was lovely and quiet and fun. The kids were running around screaming, “Wheeeeee! Snow! Let’s go play!!” There was no school and everyone was very happy.

Next day, it was still kind of fun. Still more snow. Got up to 8.5 inches and it just kept falling. The kids were running around and happily shouting, “Wow! Snow! Let’s go out again.” There was still no school and everyone was happy.

Next day, it was nice. STILL more snow. Up to almost a foot of snow. Still falling. Cars were falling off the freeway. Cars getting stuck on the roads (I personally pulled out Thomas from a ditch). Nobody going anywhere and all local stores were closed. The kids were looking out the windows and saying, “Huh. Still snowing. Still no school though so we’re happy. Maybe we’ll just make another batch of cookies.”

By Thursday night/Friday morning, the thaw that was predicted to begin, began. Everything went to slush. School was still closed because, why bother opening the school for one day? We’ll just make everyone go to school until the first week of July (thinks the asinine school board that I really despise because they OBVIOUSLY have NO children attending schools and yet they continue to make the most ridiculous decisions regarding ……. ugh …. jump down from soap-box).

We ended making four batches of chocolate chip and sugar cookies. Luckily, they were all half-batches and luckily I had plenty of supplies on hand and luckily, I didn’t eat all of them. Luckily.

And again, I have been proven NOT crazy for buying my cross-country skis last year, even though I live in the Great, Green Northwest. I took the dogs out in the pasture, skied around the whole property and then took off up the road and skied around our two mile road in the neighborhood. It was wonderful.

True, it was no Mt. Ogden Golf Course and I didn’t have the pleasure of watching Conan attack my faux fur hat in the back of my Tracker after a day of skiing with my best buddy Leah …. but it certainly came very close.

It will now be known as “The Week We Lost In January.”

Snow Buddha (the one in the white, not the one in the hat). We don’t mean to make weird snow sculptures, but it just happens that way. We just have a hard time making the typical round snowmen. This guy lasted about two days and then ended up melting into a lump of slush. Sad ending to a very artistic attempt at snow sculpting.

Now to prepare for the floods.