There’s nothing I love more than to sit back, have a cup of coffee, and chat. The last time we had coffee we talked about the weather. If we were having coffee, we’d talk about the weather again. I’d rather talk about the weather than the color of some dumb dress.
I live in north Louisiana. We don’t get really cold winters here so when we do get winter weather, it is a BIG deal.
Real snow is pretty awesome. I say real snow because we may get sleet and ice pellets, but real snow with flakes and the whole 9 is not something we get to experience often. So when it happens, it is major news.
February 25, 2015 from about 6 AM – afternoonish we got real snow. It was amazing.
For a few hours it snowed like nobody’s business. I decided to go for a walk in the snow because why not. I saw some of the neighborhood boys playing in the snow.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you about the sweet boys in my neighborhood. By the time I saw these fellas, they were arguing about the snowman construction. There was still some animosity from the snow ball fight I didn’t see. Apparently, snowballs hurt and aren’t puffy like on TV. One of those boys wouldn’t stop throwing snow balls after they said stop so they kicked him out of the construction of the snowman. Can you guess the offender?
I enjoyed listening to the boys talk about how they were going to buy real boots, gloves, and a shovel. A couple of them didn’t have on gloves. It doesn’t always get cold enough here to buy gloves. One gloveless boy said that he believed his fingers were going to fall off and that must be how frostbite worked. Two of those boys were my former students (not the exiled one). They told me they had Googled how to build a snowman, and they were pretty proud of how awesome their snowman was turning out.
By 3:00 PM the snow had stopped falling and everything was melting. That didn’t matter. My Facebook feed was lousy with snow pictures, and everybody I knew took full advantage of the magical snow day. The next day, the only evidence in my neighborhood that the snow day even happened was this, the world’s saddest snowman.
If we were having coffee, what would you tell me about your week? What was one pretty awesome thing that happened to you?
Coffee image via Ejaugsburg on Pixabay.