“January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.”

The snow is coming down in smaller, wetter flakes than it had been earlier. The first snow was fluffy and perfect for snowballs and snowmen, but that has passed. Schools are closed today. The 2-3 inches of snow we have now weren’t enough to close schools, but the potential for up to a foot was. The kids down the street were sledding on the hilly driveways. The dogs have been out three or four times. They come back inside panting from running in the snow chasing each other all over the yard. Their fur is wet. They just went out again. We must be getting close to nap time.

Henry News!!!! Yesterday he came in the dog door all but twice. Today he has come in every time. I watched him once, and I understand his reluctance. He is awkward as if trying still to figure out exactly how to maneuver the door. It sort of hangs on him just a little bit. He’ll get it.

The Covid test I took yesterday was negative. I got the result this morning. It has been negative all along, but I just wanted to double check.

The wind is picking up and blowing the pine tree branches. Small mounds of snow fall off with every sway. Some of the branches are already clear. It is only 33˚. A freeze of the wet snow is imminent.

When I was a kid, I would have had school today. A couple of inches of snow is nothing, not even high up on my boots. I would have spent the morning at my desk sneaking peeks out the window to watch the snow fall. I never see the snow hit the ground. I just see it from the windows. Watching the snow fall is enough.

When I was really little, my mother dressed me for the snow. We started with warm socks then snow pants over my dungarees, the ones lined in flannel. On the top I wore a blouse and a sweater. The boots were next. They were worn over my shoes, and I can still see my mother with my foot between her legs pushing and pulling the boot over the shoe all the while exhorting me to help. My winter jacket was next. It zippered. My hat and mittens were last. I was clothed for a blizzard of major proportions.

My grandmother had snow boots. They had little heels and a button closure. They were black with a small bit of fake fur at the top. I have no doubt they were fashionable.

My dance card is still empty. I did go get the Covid test yesterday, but I didn’t even bother to get dressed. It was a car line. My mother would have been horrified if I had been in an accident.

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2 Comments on ““January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Better you get snow than us. Yesterday, our downstairs heater stopped making warm air. We turned it off and called our HVAC, (Heating Ventilation Air Conditioning), guy. At 10 o’clock last night we turned it back on and it worked. He showed up at eight this morning and checked it out but found nothing wrong. I paid him for his service call. Hopefully, it’s a non recurring glitch. The only thing I hate more than snow is ice. These cold temperatures, it was 23° this morning are terrible. Where’s global warming when you need it. 🙂

  2. Rowen Says:

    Snow that wasn’t heavy enough for a school closing was always a bummer. It looked so nice—much better to stay home and enjoy it.

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