Snow Day!

I miss Snow Day. I miss snow. I miss praying to God to let it snow.


I remember waking up on freezing cold winter mornings. The first thing that hit me was the icy air surrounding the space above my five layers of itchy wool blankets. My feet would hit the cold hard wood floor and carry me forward to the picture window. I would view the snow drenched world below. Snow! Glorious snow!

Mom would turn on the news channel. On any other given day the television would be turned on to our cartoons or the three stooges. All that changed with the promise of there being a snow day. Silently we waited for the words that would change our day. All schools closed today!

We wasted no time in getting dressed. The process of dressing for a snow day took time. Clean undies ( mom’s rule she did not want to be embarrassed if we got in an accident ) tee-shirt followed by a thermal top and bottom. Next I donned stretchy ski pants with stirrups on the feet, remember those?  Pants, long sleeve shirt, turtle neck shirt, sweater, snow parker, scarf, hat.

The most important part of successfully dressing for a snow day was to wear two pairs of socks followed by plastic bread sacks placed over your socks and held on by rubber bands. The bread sacks would allow for keeping your feet dry when snow entered your boots. Next came the red rubber boots. Lastly mom would pin our mittens onto the sleeves of our coats to prevent us from losing them. At last we were set to go.

We would run next door to our friends and scream out our secret known only to each other calling card “E-OR-KEY!”  We would throw snowballs at their bedroom windows to beckon them to come outside. Out they would come sleds, toboggans and cardboard boxes in hand.

When we tired of sledding we would go ice skating. Bonfires we lit to keep us warm. Mom would pack thermos filled with hot chocolate and Campbell’s chicken noodle soup.

We would stay outside until we really, really had to use the bathroom or until we could no longer feel our toes or hands.

Oh, how I long for the sweet innocence of a simpler time in my life.

This is as close as we get to building a snowman in sunny Florida.

Danger..Danger Will Robinson

Update on the Snuggie

It is coooooooold in Florida. Going to be in the 20's tonight. There were snow flurries in Jacksonville. So this morning at 6 a.m. I realized that I needed to put the Christmas trash out to the curb. I looked at the local tv channel and was informed that it was a brisk 32 degrees outside.  I donned my boots and my fuzzy snuggie. As I returned into the house I slammed and locked the door. It took me two steps to realize that my snuggie was caught in the locked door with me still in its  clutch. I had to wiggle out of the snuggie in order to free myself. I laughed at the thought of my almost demise. Headlines: Local Woman Strangled to Death by a Snuggie. The body was still warm when found. Film at 11.


*Snuggies should come with a warning label*

Don't Look!

Don’t Look                             
A few years ago my daughter invited me to go on a trip with her and her husband and their children. We live in Florida and the trip was planned to visit North Carolina. The objective of the trip was to find snow. My three grandchildren had never seen snow. I was asked to come along all expenses paid to help with the children.
I agreed to the deal and we left the week after Thanksgiving. We left Florida in the early evening hours. The two older boys fell asleep but my grand daughter was a small baby and she was fussy. I asked my son in law to please take the next exit so we could change the baby’s diaper and get some coffee.  He did not want to stop but I convinced him to do so. We were somewhere in Georgia and it was two a.m. when we found a seven-eleven  store to stop at.
After taking care of the baby and stretching our legs we headed out again. No sooner then we got back onto the highway we saw trouble ahead. Police lights and road flares lit the dark cold night. My son in law screamed at my daughter and I “Don’t look.” What does one do when they hear the words don’t look? You look. There had been an accident. I only saw one car. One body. The accident must of just happened. I witnessed a mangled body laying in the middle of the highway. I saw a police officer place a sheet over the body. My immediate thought was to pray. I closed my eyes and prayed . Dear Lord please be with this persons family and loved ones, surround them with your love at this time of need. One last thing Lord, I hope it was the deceased time to leave this earth.
No sooner then I had finished my prayer my cell phone alerted me that I had a text message. I thought who would be texting me? I noticed the incoming number was from out of the country. I opened up the text and read the following: On Time Arrival.