Normally on a Saturday morning at this hour I would be on my way out to get my errands done.
However, we are having a snow day.
Rosalyne01, who lives in the Frozen North, is very blase about snow. (I don’t know how to put accents on with a keyboard — you have to mentally furnish the accent and give the word its proper two syllables.)
We do not have snow plows here. Our 2-4 inches, seen here completely obliterating our walkway, entirely immobilizes our town.
It does not matter, though, because I took part last night in the local snow-preparation rituals.
When snow is predicted, as it was last night, all local people go buy milk. I am not sure why. After all, the snow which is turning our road into an apparent field and preventing all movement of cars will not last for more than 36 hours.
Nor is it likely that the thing people will most want on an icy morning is a nice bowl of cold cereal with milk. This is oatmeal weather. But when I arrived at the grocery last night after work, along with the other 600 shoppers, I found a sign on the dairy case saying “Forecast: SNOW!”
Just in case anyone missed the weather report and did not realize that they were supposed to buy milk.
I did not buy milk, since I had some at home. I bought a ham. And plenty of dried beans and lentils. Because a ham is nice when the family are all snowed in together, and a good pot of beans and ham can make you feel much warmer the next day.
Yesterday at work I spent the entire day labeling things. This allowed me to think about my encyclopedia article (another senator, but this was a 20th century guy, so there have not so far been any gunfights) and the story contest. I also spent some time developing a highly efficient sewing plan which would allow me to sew three skirts over the weekend. This involved assembly-line cutting and sewing and clever dovetailing of different thread colors.
However, in addition to buying milk, there is another custom for snow days, and that is that they grant permission to be lazy all day. All highly efficient plans are canceled. They are automatically replaced by plans involving lying around in front of the fire. That doesn’t mean that I will fail to work on my Knitting Olympics project. I have decided to make it into a cylindrical bag or pouch. Here is the bottom of it. #2 son says it would make a great chalk bag, something climbers need, apparently. He wants me to put in a waterproof lining and a belt loop and give it to him. I may do that.