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Have you been watching the news? If you have tuned in during the last 24 hours I’m sure you’ve seen titles like:
WINTER STORM JUNO, a Historical Blizzard
NORTHEAST TO MEET A GOLIATH
NYC to get 24 to 36 inches of snow, NYC to shut down, NYC ready to rumble with Juno
Blizzard Warning In Effect!
BREAD SOLD OUT, Incoming Blizzard!
Right now my weather for the next 24 hours, hour by hour, is just little icons of snowflakes. How cute.
Seriously, it is cute. I love snow. I know not everyone likes it. After all, you have to shovel, you might get cold, or the horrors you might run out of chocolate chips (blizzard advise 1: stock up on chocolate). I’ve always lived in the Northeast so snowstorms have been a part of every Winter for me. Does anyone else remember the Winter of 1993? Me too, I loved it. Since I was a kid there’s always been something magical and exciting about a expecting snowstorm (who delivers a blizzard). While I was in school there was the anticipation of school closing. If it was bad the night before, you’d turn on your local tv channel and scroll through the listings until they got to your school to see if it was closed (worst was you tuned into the channel and they were at the R schools when your school was a P, you’d have to wait a bit). Maybe it snowed during the night, in that case you’d jump out of bed and do the same thing in the morning. When you saw your school scroll across the screen with the words “CLOSED”. You shouted “Yeah!”. The rest of the day was filled with sledding, your dad making you throw rock salt out, going sledding more, coming inside and your mom seeing your bright red skin and making you a hot chocolate, and then more sledding On my hilly street the snow didn’t really go anywhere, so in big storms it stuck around for weeks, even months. As a 31 year old, I’m still just as excited. I love the anticipation of the storm (how many inches? how many feet? is it going to hit us?). I love seeing the first flakes fall down followed by sitting near the window for hours watching NYC become a winter wonderland. I love seeing kids sled on sidewalks (not really possible, but with some little hills built, anything is possible to kids). I love throwing on cozy socks, flannel pajamas and drinking a hot cup of tea.
So what I’m saying is, I love you Juno. I’m writing this post on Monday night, so I’m giddy with curiosity. Some forecasts are saying 12 inches, some are calling for 24 inches, some are saying 3 feet. I say bring it on. You beautiful white beast with snow falling and blowing. Let it snow! Update: BUMMER!