It was a quiet and productive snow day, I thought, as I noodled around on the violin, figuring out how to play the guitar solo to Nothing Else Matters. I did my bookkeeping for 2006 (house and business), baked 2 chocolate cakes for tomorrow's classes, caught up on all of my grading...and all while enjoying the look of snow falling outside. Then suddenly: ping! the sound of freezing rain on glass.
In a flash, the violin went in the case and--poof!--I morphed into Marshmallow Woman (thanks to some awesome snowpants I bought at Marden's). Portrait: Marshmallow Woman with Shovel. And Snow Scoop. And Snowblower. Up and down the street, snowblowers materialized from garages in a race to clear the foot or so of powder before everything became crunchy. I finished shoveling off the first floor deck as pointy airborne ice nuggets started to get serious. Then, inside. For once I'm happy that the attic is 10 degrees cooler . I'm plenty warm at the moment.
And now, sudden silence. Neighbors have finished, too, and the street is back to being dark and still. To bed.