There's got to be a morning after, as the line from the disaster movie song goes.
Except this isn't the morning after - The Poseidon Adventure on Ice continues today. 
The headlines on the local news sites might as well read "Holy Hell! It's snowing!" You would think this was some tropical island instead of New York in January. Mother nature has shoved her enormous inches up our ass many, many times before. Can't we all just be a little more blasé? Of course, if we were all blasé then I wouldn't have anyone/anything to make fun of, would I?
And let me be honest here (because blogging is all about the honesty, you know), I am loving this. The more snow, the better. I would like nothing more than to go into bomb shelter mode, snowbound, house bound, cut off from civilization with death breathing down our necks. Except no one in my family would die, because I am prepared. Dozens of blankets ready to unfurl, enough non-perishable food to feed an army and a stocked liquor cabinet for when we all start to hate each other enough to hallucinate that we're all hamburgers or hot dogs. Vodka has a nice way of tempering the desire to grill up some marinated husband over rice.
As it is, the wind is certainly howling and the snow is certainly blizzarding and the roads are unplowed, but if we had to get out to get somewhere, we could. Even though they're still telling us that we risk life and limb to do so, if an emergency came up, like my PS2 controller breaks, Best Buy is just a short snowshoe walk away.
And now that it's Sunday, my kids will spend the entire day saying will you take us to Mt. Splashmore? will we be home from school tomorrow? and eventually I'll get tired enough of them asking that I'll promise them yet another game of Apples to Apples if they will just. shut. up. Of course, I'll be rubbing my hands in glee at the thought of work being closed Monday. A whole day in the snow to frolic! Which means I'll send the kids out with their sleds and they'll join the whole neighborhood at the local elementary school, the one with the hill that seemed so damn steep when I was 12 but looks kind of puny now, and I'll stay right here in the warm house with my husband and we can do a different kind of frolicking. Until the kids come home wet, frozen and trailing two dozen friends behind them who all want cookies and hot chocolate and who leave snowy footprints all over my wood floor and the walls of the house will shake with the cacophony of 12 and 15 year olds playing video games and watching movies and throwing each other into walls. Happiness. Snowy, noisy, feel-like-a-kid happiness.
Anyhow, I'm on full Storm-o-Death 2005 alert here again, up bright and early to make sure you kids in the non-frozen states get the full effect of the storm - lies, tall tales and all. As soon as it gets light enough out there, I'll take some pictures. Inconvenient as the snow may be, it's still a beautiful sight to behold so early in the morning, when untouched by boots, snow plows and that kid who just has to pee his name across the snow.
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