I suppose everyone makes a post like this at this time of year.
But my God, it is beautiful.
Jon came home early from his trip, which makes a lady very please and loved-feeling. He arrived on the late afternoon flight, just as the sky was starting to spit little pellets of ice. We spent the rest of daylight in a dark bar drinking manhattans and screwdrivers (I have been watching a lot of Mad Men lately) and then the rest of the night in bed.
Hardy. Har. Har.
The next day it really began to snow. Weather forecasts predicted 1-3 inches from 10 a.m. on and that’s exactly what happened.
I love it when predictions are right. It makes life feel so structured and organized. We bought hot chocolate at a gas station–If you don’t live in the Midwest, did you know that we have a chain called Kum-and-Go? It’s awful. It’s blasphemy. But that’s where the good hot chocolate is.
So we filled up our bellies and drove around the country.
I really feel for these poor cows. It’s amazing to me that we–and no one around here, to be honest–bothers putting them up in a barn when the weather turns foul. Jon says that he can remember how his mother tried to usher their herd into the barn when he was a kid, and they’d just insist on going right back out. They don’t seem to mind.
Maybe they like it.
Hard to believe, though.
Also, we got a llama. Dolly. Dolly Llama.