I was just musing to myself the other day about our lack of snow, and wondering if this would be the year that we saw none. Thanks be to God for snowfall.
Photos from Webster University on Tuesday as we delighted in the December snowfall:
With a snow day and no lessons, I spent the day doing banking, laundry, music for Circus Harmony, scheduling, writing, and cooking.
And playing with Auggie.
Look for a sign of his presence in this photo:
The snow has continued intermittently on Saturday. I awoke this morning to find 8″ of snow on the ground, and a neighbor outside shoveling in an act of kindness. As I wrote a friend today: “I am now officially an adult in the neighborhood. Juan, who lives two doors to the south, has shoveled the sidewalks and front walks for literally 1/4 of the block, including anyone who is over 50. I’m grateful beyond words for neighbors like him.”
For breakfast Saturday, I slathered three strips of bacon in brown sugar, then added some fresh-ground black pepper, and baked the bacon until crisp and perfect. This was a fine accompaniment to French toast, with the bread I made on Friday.
And I finally made some homemade pie crust and cooked two small mincemeat pies.
9.40 p.m. Friday evening. Auggie is looking out the window in vain. Nothing moves except the snow. No dogs take their evening walk. The world is still and laden with wet snow.
I think it’s been hours since I heard a car on my street. No car tracks are present, so at least in my neighborhood, we have all taken the sage advice of those who know. “Stay off the streets.”
This is our first big snowfall of the year, and I’m delighting in being indoors with the fireplace and the candles and the silence.
My last big chart for Circus Harmony is complete. Now to arrange a few ditties for some small things in the show, and we’ll be ready for a rehearsal. On Sunday. When the forecast calls for freezing drizzle.
I made homemade bread today. And homemade noodles to go with the chicken I had in the freezer, creating a lovely mirepoix-based chicken & noodles. The house is still scented with the deliciousness that was dinner and yeasty bread baking this afternoon.
Now time for a call with Yufei, and then an early-to-bed evening, I think.
Sleep, Saint Louis, in your wintry blanket.
‘Tis the last day of the year.
Laundry is in the works right now. I’m determined to work on the pantry shelves today too.
At 9 a.m., snow is gently falling from the skies.
I’ve called my alderman this morning to lodge a third complaint about a trash dumpster that is perilously close to blocking my garage. Two previous complaints have been ‘closed’ showing that the problem has been fixed, but alas, whomever is closing the complaints is lying.
And I’ve made a call about my convection oven, plus cancelled my SiriusXM account since I really don’t need it!
So . . . the morning has been productive. Bills await payments; they are next. Then I’m going to do a bit of shopping for eyeglasses and a new iron.
I hit Nordstrom Rack yesterday, a dangerous thing to do. I went in for a new black belt and a bow tie, but left with a yoga mat for my studio at school, two pairs of socks, two bow ties, and a new pair of shoes (very festive!). Then I went to the antique mall to shop and ponder, but ended up with new stemware, some frosted glasses, and a three-way grater/shredder. And I found a desk lamp I think I just have to have for the office.
Samson gets a bath and a teeth-brushing today.
Did I mention that I’m re-watching all of Downton Abbey in prep for the new season? I’ve viewed eight episodes in two days. Sadly, I read a spoiler(s) and now know what happens this third season, but I shall watch intently anyhow.
So this last day of the year is a clean-up day — a peaceful day filled with the little tasks that make life easier in the long run.