Ah, those days are long in the past of Nebraska Outback. But I fondly remember the days when the house would fill with boys making their plans for the days' adventure. Pockets filled with shotgun shells; coats, hats, gloves, mittens, socks, boots flung from closets in the effort to find enough warm things to wear for the day; rummaging through the shop to find the sleds and inner tubes for sledding; the roar of the four wheel drive vehicles and four-wheelers plowing through the snow drifts in the driveway.
Stepping in puddles of melted snow with my sock-clad feet; the dryer constantly running in hopes of being ready for the next foray out into the weather; losing the never-ending battle of mud, dirt, duck feathers and blood being tracked through the house.
My Snow Days are much quieter now. I take pictures of the snow. Here is the front porch at 8:30 this morning.
The house and yard at 8:30 a.m.
The road in front of the house at 8:30 a.m.
So I recommend staying indoors. Reading through the latest issue of Nebraska Life magazine. Of course, I have found time to catch up on all of those little projects I brought home from work. Blogging, tweeting, facebooking, updating the CVB website... all to keep me from thinking about how quiet the house is, and how much I miss when it was filled with noise and mess and activity on Snow Days.
Right now I'm enjoying a nice cup of hot chocolate (not even spiced with peppermint schnapps... yet), remembering when I used to have to make it by the pot full, not by the cup.
Thanks for stopping by. The coffee, or hot chocolate as you please, is always on.