We awoke to thundersnow this morning and a thick curtain of white stuff obscuring all the edges of our world. Greatest Husband thought I was joking about “thundersnow,” so the wikipedia link is for you, baby.
You may have noticed the absence of witty, piercing political commentary here of late. OK. So witty, piercing political commentary has never made an appearance here, but let’s not get all snarky. The truth is, I’m tired and feeling rather beaten-down by the general state of daily life right now. Nothing dramatic, more along the lines of small annoyances and disappointments and snarley, frustrating interactions with other human beings. All of it piling up and growing in dimension like the snowbanks outside. My own late winter storm of sorts.
All I really want to do is shut myself up in my big upstairs playpen and mess around with fiber and needles and threads and paints and books and paper and the occasional trashy reality television show.
Speaking of which, a former high school classmate of mine is one of the current Real Housewives of Orange County. OMG what an embarrassment for her, but I can’t stop myself from watching. What an embarrassment for me!
mmm, I like the contrasts in that last picture. Now I should go follow that link because “thundersnow” is all everyone’s talking about.
Daphne – You’re right about the sudden popularity of the term, thundersnow. Growing up in the midwest on the shores of Lake Michigan, this weather phenomenon, while not exactly common, occurs with many of our big winter storms. We never had such a fancy term for it, but then again, those were the days when weather reporting was rather unsophisticated and long before every local television station felt it necessary to hire their own “meteorologist.” Hell, we used to have one station in town whose weatherman predicted the weather with a cat puppet. That puppet, you can imagine, was the most popular weather forecaster in town.
Oh, gosh, you’ve got to keep that photo of the red berries and evergreen for next Christmas. Oops, I mean holiday season. =)
Which one, Housewives of Orange County, I mean?
I think many of us get tired at this time of year–love the picture.
We have a bazillion squirrels in Ohio, but no thundersnow.
Um, Real House Babes? I’m weak!