Snow day

We didn't get the full blast of the snowstorm that hit this part of the world last night and tonight. But it did dump a couple inches, which was enough to make things look right purty when the sun came out this afternoon. A few shots follow; the rest are on my Picasa page.

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Surviving a cold, gray Sunday

Sometimes it's just about hangin' out.

Today's recipe:

• Re-runs of America's Next Top Model, Cycle 3


• NBA: Lakers v. Cavaliers


• Frosting the red velvet cupcakes I made yesterday


• Tasting the rum-raisin brownies I also made yesterday


• A Duraflame log (the 3-hour kind) in the fireplace


• laundry (OK, so something got accomplished after all)


• The Sunday Washington Post


• The Sunday New York Times


• Mocking my (possibly now formerly) beloved Joe Jackson for selling out the great "One More Time" for a Taco Bell commercial. Oh, Joe -- really? You break my heart.


• Later: leftovers of the beef and butternut squash stew Rick made the other day

Yeah. I could live this day over and over.

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This is what snow looks like

The other day at Target, I bought a snow scraper/brush combo for my car. Good timing -- see above.

OK, so I'm stretching a little there. The snow that fell on my car this morning was gone by midafternoon, and the snow that fell on it tonight will be gone too -- hell, it's gonna be 60 by Saturday.

But damn if I wasn't happy to see the first snow of the season -- and my first personal snow since, oh, 1997.

Before today, it had been a little more than a decade since there had been a chance of snow falling in the place where I lived. I could see it on the mountains around Los Angeles some winters there, but it was three cross-country moves ago that I last had to have a scraper in my trunk.

So this morning I went out and took pictures of it snowing, and I caught a couple of flakes on my tongue and I generally behaved like a little kid. I'll probably re-acquire my distaste for snow over the next few months, but for now it's very exciting. Can't wait to fire my first snowball.

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