March 6, 2013

• Noisy Snow Day

  It’s snowing AND THUNDERING here. This has become the norm in these parts….thunder and lightening every time we’ve had snow this winter. It’s very, very strange and a little unsettling. Weird weather freaks me out.

  Local forecasters have been hyping and speculating on this storm for about a week now. Honestly, I don’t know why they bother. Last night, the final word seemed to be rain only….and now we have a couple of inches, wind, ice, and freaky thunder. And a snow day from school, of course!

  Lucky for the kids, I got supplies for their book report projects – so they won’t have to worry about wasting the day on brain rotting activities. HA! I have a bench I want to paint, and may do some baking. I’m also making a comfort food dinner tonight – a dish that sounds awful but is so good – spaghetti squash taco bake. Mmmmm.

  I finished “Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk,” and I really liked it. Last I wrote about it, I was waiting for the plot to thicken. It never really did, but that’s sort of the point. The entire novel takes place during a soldier’s visit to a Dallas Cowboys football game while on break between two tours of duty in Iraq. He and the rest of his squad (known as “Bravo”) are on a victory tour after getting some positive press during combat. The author, Ben Fountain, does a great job illustrating the juxtaposition of the real war that Bravo experienced and the imagined “war on terror” living in the minds of the Texans at the football game. There’s also quite a bit of commentary on the absurdity of the football culture in this country, which I found to be spot on and quite entertaining. Two thumbs up. Next up is “Twelve Tribes of Hattie,” passed on to me by my mom.

  The kids are now on the deck in PJs and winter coats, measuring the snow with a ruler. “Whhoooooaaaaa!” After taking measurements in 3 places, the verdict is 2 inches, and it’s still coming down.

  The Florida cousins are visiting this weekend, so the kids’ next order of business is to make some snowballs to put in the freezer for them. Of course, this is a sweet gesture, but in reality the sweetness is being overridden by the fighting over gloves and who gets to mold said snowballs. Sheesh.

  Also, at 9:12am, the boy seems to be maxed out on “quiet time.” He is wiggling around like a worm, singing nonsense songs, and just dropped snow all over the floor in the sunroom. He’s been up since 5:30am. On a snow day. Why????

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