Yesterday the ice came as predicted, though the worst of it was north of here [thankfully]. The skeletal limbs looked sugar-dipped and enchanted, and I can say that because I didn't lose power. Paducah stole the spotlight on this morning's Today Show. That's what I mean by "just north of here" - not so far North. Driving into Nashville was incredible with the glimmering tree lines on either side and the frosted fields and rock walls adorned with icicles as tall as them. For part of the day I didn't have cable or internet, but that's small in comparison to some others' inconveniences. A friend of mine spent the night in a hotel after an outage at her home, making a memorable first birthday for her daughter.
Today the weather softened with snow, weightless wafting snow that fell momentarily so thick that it was hard to see down the block. It makes me wish that he was here instead of cooking in the desert. It does this so rarely in Tennessee that even as an adult, it makes me giddy and excited, and I put on boots early in the morning to go out to snap photos and stomp around in the whiteness. Unfortunately, I can't find the cord to upload my pictures from today, but trust that they look similar to that one up top and less like the ice-encased berries that I stole from a local news website to illustrate yesterday's conditions.
I'm making snowball cookies to commemorate the snow day he's missing, thus increasing the cheese factor but I care not. I care package with no shame.