I went to bed Saturday night befuddled. You see I managed to lose my Sunday School curriculum. The same curriculum that Wednesday lay peacefully on my dresser waiting in anticipation for rambunctious children. Where could that book have gone? You must understand, my house is NOT that big. It’s quite small and I only have a few closets – no hiding places. I peeked under beds, moved the couch, and checked every kitchen cabinet…nothing.
I know, the dog ate it! It works with the school, so surely it will work with the church too.
In resignation I went to bed praying my subconscious would clue me in while I slept. Apparently my subconscious slept too, because I awoke with nothing but an empty head, bad breath, and a full bladder. As I padded out to the kitchen, my eyes zoomed in on the coffee pot, the puppy tugged at my slippers nearly tripping me; however, I looked up and realized it was snowing.
Now that makes everything better! The world needs a white blanket for Christmas and we were decorating the church this afternoon. How much fun! Our church has a giant wreath that once hung in Radio City Music Hall. I was impressed.
So I was going to take a picture of the snow for you, but to be honest, this big snow was embarrassing. It consisted of a few flakes and about 1/2 inch accumulation. Now that may be impressive in Florida, but the Northeast needs to produce at least enough snow to require a shovel before it’s worthy of a picture.
So in honor of my snow sputter, I give you pictures of real snow – Maine snow – April snow. For the record, no place should have this much snow in April. It’s unconstitutional, inhumane, and should be outlawed.
This is the kind of snow that brings down trees and power lines.
We did loose power and subsequently water…that means NO heat.
Even the mailman gave up and took a holiday.
This tree blocked our exit until FringeMan sawed it into tiny pieces. I have hundreds of Maine snow pictures, but you’ve probably seen enough.
My kids are accustomed to fields of fine, clean, cold snow. I don’t care if they eat it. Why let’s make snow cones for dessert! The FringeKids, however, are not city snow savvy. The yellow clumps on the side of the road are not pre-flavored snowcones – Don’t eat it! Now our snow (if you can call it that) is tainted by exhaust, flavored by city pets, and sprinkled with pollutants.
While at the ice-skating rink last week, my daughter gathered a glove full of shaved ice and took a drink. I almost died. There’s not much grodier than several hundred people skating over the frozen water that is now melting in my little girl’s mouth. I wondered how many of these skates have taken countless bathroom trips. No, my children need city living lessons.