they started predicting the storm about 3 days ago, of course, like always, we laughed it off. Here on Long Island there seems to be a bit of hype that goes along with winter weather conditions. I don't really know where it comes from, i don't know if its because if they say we are going to have the worst weather since 1972, naming it things like "BLIZZARD'09", and then it only turns out to be a dusting, it looks like we got away with something?? I don't know. All I know is, that they said yesterday that we would be hit with about 24 inches of fine powdery goodness, and by the time we went to bed it was already coming down hard. We never imagined what we woke up to. Tim immediately went outside and shoveled a little pathway and pooping area, because it's hard enough to teach a puppy to go outside without having drifts well over his head interfere. Not to say that he even used the path, he jumped first thing into the un shoveled area and disappeared into the snow, while Seamus hopped around like a deer, both of them stopping every five seconds to eat the new fallen snow.
From there Tim spent the greater part of the morning shoveling, not knowing where to actually put all that white stuff. Inside i whipped up a bath of Butterscotch White Chocolate chip waffles, with warm syrup
and while my husband decided to have an orange juice, i couldn't resist the fresh batch of Egg Nogg, dropped off by my sister on her way out to a holiday party last night. The Egg Nogg, known in my family as Aunt Gin-Gin's Rocket Fuel, is a Holiday tradition passed on through the generations, and just the smallest glass will knock you on your ass. Yes, I did have Egg Nogg at 9:15 am, don't judge, if it were a snow day in your house and you had it, you would have as well.
if i hadn't run out of butter, i would have spent the afternoon making these or these. But instead i think i'll put on a few layers, pull a hat over my ears, have another shot of Nogg, and take the new birthday present that i got from my husband outside for a few wintry shots. I shall return from my winter wonderland, energized from the weather, the fact that we will finally have snow for my birthday tomorrow, something that hasn't happened in years, and if we're lucky, a white Christmas to follow.
I'm finding it really hard to go about my day today because of one little change. Looking back to two years ago, this routine that i am living today was my routine for about 20 something years. I always had my days to myself, never had to get to work before 4 o'clock. And when i made the change to full time day employee it took me almost a full year to get adjusted Today i swapped my regular 9-6 shift with one of the part timers who's shift doesn't start until 4, and I've been feeling weird about it all morning, i keep looking at the clock, sure that I'm going to be late. Instead of enjoying the time, I've been freaked out by it. I still woke up at 7, went about my business of straightening up, took the dogs out, answered some email (on time), and then realized that I could actually make myself a decent breakfast, take the camera out and shoot the amazing morning light that seems to appear through my bedroom window every morning ,
usually as i'm on my way out the door. I also sat with my new markers.
A simple thing i bet is what you are saying to yourself, yet, to those of you who know me well enough, you know that this makes me happier than anything else in the world (well, almost). Give me a stack of card stock, a fist full of brand new Sharpie's and a cup of Chai Latte and you won't hear me complain for hours. The obsession started way back. I can remember the first day of school every year, my Dad would pile us into the old Buick and take us down to the Wantagh 5&10, where we would need to produce a list of school supplies instructed by our teachers for us to buy. I can only imagine what small fortune that excursion must have cost my parents, with 4 of us just about one year apart. Every year, added to the bottom of my list, was a jumbo stack of Bic Banana Markers. To be honest with you, i'm not even sure if they were EVER actually suppose to be on the list,I don't actually ever remember Ms. Brady or Mr. Poveromo listing Bic Bananas on the chalk board, but i knew in my heart that this was the only time i was going to be able to get my hands on these treasures. I'm pretty sure my Dad was on to me by about 4th grade, but he never let on, and i i love him for that. I would cherish those markers, never letting anyone, especially my little sister, touch them. These days i'm a little freer with my markers, I have them stashed everywhere. I hairband secures a bundle of colors together in my purse, and my nieces know exactly where to find them, and with them i'm happy to share. I guess because I know that I don't have to wait until the first week in September to get new ones. Here's just a few more things that are making me happy today.
I've been noticing a lot lately about how all of a sudden, and not a minute too soon, the weather has been taking it's lead and turning the outside into winter. It happens almost over night here on Long Island. I keep remembering back just a few short weeks ago to Thanksgiving and outdoor cocktails. Now my mind seems fixated on two specific things, the trees against the sky and the frost crystals on the windows. They have both done their fair share of inspiring me lately. It sort of went like this...
which then found me laying cozy in the bed, a huge steaming cup of fresh brewed coffee by my side ( sa warm dog on either side, snoring peacefully). I was reading my TOAST catalog when the phone rang. By the time i had gotten off, i had doodled my way into this idea for a Christmas card (that i KNOW will never get produced, but every year i make ONE, just to say that i did it).
Which, believe it or not, later that afternoon, became little pieces of jewelry, shrunken in the oven, and the perfect gift for my nieces (SHHHH...don't tell).