Jeff and I came home from Christmas in Poughkeepsie. We left early because, like everyone else, we heard a storm was a brewin'. I immediately thought of a movie I had never seen - "
Twister" But instead of racing from the eye of the storm we were driving into it. Still, Jeff thought of me as Helen Hunt and he as Bill Paxton. This time I didn't argue as we had to make tracks.
As we rolled into Astoria to Jeff's, the flurries were not yet furies (I just made that up right here on this spot. Damn!) so we had time to shop for pork tenderloin with baby spinach in sesame oil. What. A. Relief.
What a night. My first blizzard. I was so excited. As caramel swirls of Haagaen Daz Caramel Cone reached my lips I could see swirls of sideways snow passing by the window.
We downed two movies and some maple cookies and headed for a long winter's nap. As I drew the sash and pulled open the shudders in the morning, my wandering eyes saw a s*#t-load of snow! I was in love. Again.
While Jeff's car was buried outside we had scrambled eggs and coffee and downed another Beverly Hills Housewives ON DEMAND. That Camille is doing my head in! But Kyle! I thought she had way more sense than to argue back, especially with a drunk psychic at the dinner party. Disaster of blizzard proportions in Malibu I tell you.
It was time to say adios to Jeffy and head into the big city. I delighted in all the snow around me.
Because I don't have to shovel or dig I love the snow and a good blizzard for me is a good thing.
