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Wurmys woke me up around 7 and I couldn't get back to sleep. I went down and revived the fire, trying to keep them from waking absolutely everyone else up. The phone rang (it's always for David), so he and I went outside and shook snow off trees and took pictures of Hunter. Andrew and Hershey got up soon, and we walked around the house, marveling at the piles sometimes deeper than two feet. The view down the bayou is gorgeous.
People are getting up slowly but surely. David still has presents to wrap, but they can't start Christmas till Heather and Jorge get here, anyway.
I remember this. It's not so strange. Hands start burning after awhile, and you can make snow angels and pile it into shapes. The road is slippery, but you steer into the curves. The sound it makes when you walk is not so much a crunch as a kind of freezing groan. Piles of white water stick to the dogs. You can tell where people have walked, or dogs have walked, or children. Trees will attack you if you stand under them. It's not so unfamiliar.
People are getting up slowly but surely. David still has presents to wrap, but they can't start Christmas till Heather and Jorge get here, anyway.
I remember this. It's not so strange. Hands start burning after awhile, and you can make snow angels and pile it into shapes. The road is slippery, but you steer into the curves. The sound it makes when you walk is not so much a crunch as a kind of freezing groan. Piles of white water stick to the dogs. You can tell where people have walked, or dogs have walked, or children. Trees will attack you if you stand under them. It's not so unfamiliar.
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