There is nothing quite like trying to buy Calcium Chloride the day before a snowstorm, but that is precisely how I spent part of my day today. It started this morning when I casually told the Husband that they were predicting snow for tomorrow morning, and thank goodness I did too. He told me that we were out of salt for the driveway, explaining that he hadn’t mentioned it before because I had such a bad cold and he didn’t want me to have to go out and get it then. Of course, I am still snot-brained and dripping like a leaky faucet, but I do have much more energy and presence of mind today so off to the stores I go to find the elusive salt.
Usually we are much more prepared with salt supplies, trying to keep enough for at least 2 snowfalls in stock. In this household that means three 50 pound bags, as it takes 75 pounds to salt our 600 foot long, steep, curvy driveway. The salt makes a big difference in what is left after the plowing is done, and in how quickly it melts, especially since most of the driveway does not get direct sun in the wintertime. Although the salt expenditure is significant, the difference is highly noticeable, and the driveway remains far more passable with less shoveling.
If the powers that be are correct this time, it looks like we will be at the center of the coming storm with approximately 10 inches of snow predicted. What fun! I love looking out the window at the white, snowy world. Everything becomes so silent and peaceful. For a few minutes after a snowfall, if I am lucky even a few hours, I can pretend that the world is a calm, peaceful, and happy place. That is until I go out near the malls in the pre-Christmas madness.
As I warmed my hands around a nice cup of hot coffee following my 45 minute stint of salt scattering, I thought about the wonderful prospect of a snow-day. There are things to do. I am a little behind on holiday preparations. But I decided that I will ignore them all. Tomorrow I will finish my cutting, cutting out the projects I had originally planned, plus one more.
My pattern order arrived from HotPatterns on Tuesday::
I didn’t order anything really fancy and I did not expect them to arrive so soon. Today some beautiful wine stretch velvet arrived from Candlelight Valley.
The photo is not mine, I copied it from this page on the Candlelight Valley website. My photos ended up too blurry and pink without flash, and too dark, almost black, with flash.
I’m not yet sure which version of the skirt I will cut. Tomorrow will tell. Tonight I have to wash the fabric (and I still have to iron the sheets).
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4 responses to “In anticipation of snow”
“Iron the sheets” ???? What language are you speaking?
“Iron the sheets” ???? What language are you speaking?
I know, my friends all beg me not to tell their husbands that I iron sheets. It does seem to be a strange pastime today. I love pure cotton or linen sheets, and I love the way they feel and smell after they have been ironed. My DH doesn’t really care, but to me the pleasure of sliding between freshly ironed sheets and smelling them and feeling the smooth cotton is a luxury worth every moment of effort. Admitted I use a “rotary ironer” or mangle to do it, life got much easier when that appeared under (or next to) my Christmas tree.
I know, my friends all beg me not to tell their husbands that I iron sheets. It does seem to be a strange pastime today. I love pure cotton or linen sheets, and I love the way they feel and smell after they have been ironed. My DH doesn’t really care, but to me the pleasure of sliding between freshly ironed sheets and smelling them and feeling the smooth cotton is a luxury worth every moment of effort. Admitted I use a “rotary ironer” or mangle to do it, life got much easier when that appeared under (or next to) my Christmas tree.