Huge blizzard in the neighborhood the past two days. A few quick observations:
The weather guys said it was coming Monday. It didn’t.
They said it was coming Tuesday. It didn’t. I went shopping in Manitou with my friend Kelli.
They said it was coming Wednesday, and I’d given up on it by then. Wednesday morning, it was cloudy, but no big deal. I made coffee with the last of it in the can and sent CR to work, and made my lists for the day, starting with getting the house ready for Eldest to arrive at 5 pm from NYC.
Blizzard arrived. Stranding child in Phoenix overnight. Stranding me without coffee. Luckily, I bought very good spice tea at Adam’s Cafe on Tuesday.
We lost cable and internet. I wrote a LOT. Finished the big rewrite and managed to get 7 new pages. Wrapped all my presents. Child called to keep me posted on possible arrivals. The snow finally stopped, leaving 6 foot drifts in places. I went snowshoeing.
Two days later–child is safely arrived. All gifts are wrapped. I’m "stuck" here because my little car will not navigate these roads. Child will sleep. In the morning, I’ll write some more.
Wow, I love writing this book. That doesn’t mean anyone else will love it, but my first job is to entertain myself, to sneak off to my office and scribble scenes and story and moments. Today, an eccentric woman from the islands arrived and shooed away the ghosts, leaving heroine much relieved.
The blizzard, if not for stranded child, pleased me very much. I love, love, love snow! Wish I had a photo for you, but I’m sure you saw plenty on the news.