Okay, so, this last Sunday, the weather was absolutely beautiful and perfect. 70 degrees, a warm breeze, the first breath of spring in Texas.
I should’ve known that meant a blue screamer in less than 48 hours.
So, yeah. By Tuesday, we got the first snow I’ve had since I moved to Liberty Hill, about 3-4 inches of crisp, perfect powder. (Most of the time we just get ice, which isn’t as fun, but it still shuts down schools and places like Fort Hood.) Not unusual weather for Texas, really; if it’s not high summer or dead winter, it can’t make up its mind.
Anyway, it was a blast. The most fun I’ve had in ages, and totally worth missing class. When my alarm went off at 8:30 I looked outside and was like “No way I’m risking some other driver taking me off the road.” I called my next door neighbor, excited as a 10 year old at Christmas; she was a little bewildered. But it didn’t stop her daughter from coming over at 10 AM to make a snowman! Meanwhile, I took Piker outside for his first snow, and chucked the cats outside to see their reaction.
The day progressed as follows:
A) My car got a lot of snow piled on it.
B) The river behind my house did not freeze, but it was still cool to see the snow falling into it.
C) We made a snowman!
D) Piker, in the later part of the day, ate snow after we tried to get him to pull us in harness. It didn’t take, but it was fun.
E) We left a trail through my front yard after making the snowman.
G) After the dog failed to pull us, my next-door neighbor fired up her lawnmower and pulled us around on plastic lids from the horse-feed cans. Super old fashioned redneck fun! (I fell off.)
And then we all went inside to eat Pocky and drink hot chocolate. My camera ran out of batteries twice, so I didn’t get nearly as many pictures as I wanted, but I did get a lot of videos of Piker with the galloping sillies, trying to find snowballs while my cat Ptolemy sulks. Schools closed around 10AM, except my college, which wasn’t until noon. But only 6 people showed up to class anyway. More fool them, says I, sometimes the day is all the richer for its rarity.
