The Winter of '48

Here we sit in our warm house.

We are having another Snow Day.

I used to like Snow Days,

but not so much any more.

I took this picture for Richard on Sunday.

My little snow mounds are now about 7 inches taller.

Here is the deal.

A snow day starts with a 5 am phone call.

Why can't they call it the night before?

It is not fun to be woke up by the phone.

I am tired.

Yesterday, as it was snowing like crazy and we were at school,

I said to my dear friend and helper,

Grandma  Susan,

"What is with this winter?"

She said to me,

"It is like the winter of '48'"

I don't want to relive history.

I feel like I live in a snow globe.