Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow

Remember the local weather obsession? Well, yesterday the news reports reached a fever pitch, and the impending doom forecast was the talk of the town.

Apparently anywhere from 6 to 12 inches is on its way. In fact, the snow *just* started gently falling and the promise is that it will not let up until tomorrow sometime.

(I didn't believe the hype myself, until I read that NWA is allowing passengers to change their itinerary for free if they are scheduled to fly into/through our area over the next 24 hours. If an airline is waiving change fees, then a for-true blizzard must be a-coming. So I sent The Girl out to the backyard to rescue my colander; it was in use as some sort of rock receptacle and I didn't relish the thought of digging through a foot of snow the next time I wanted to make spaghetti.)

Today is pretty much the perfect day for a big snow dump. It's December 1, which means that it is officially Tree-Putting-Up weekend. Fortunately, we have a garden centre and a tree lot within walking distance, so our search for that perfect Charlie Brown tree shouldn't be too onerous. We weren't planning on going out during the day and the fridge is full. We do have evening plans, but our babysitter lives next door and we're only going so far as the local shopping/food district.

Oh, and I also wanted to acknowledge the lack of pictures over the last while. Our computer underwent some much-needed major surgery last week and did not emerge unscathed. It has lost its ability to load pictures, play movies & music, and generally perform in anything close to an effective manner.

So (shhh - don't tell it as I still need to check my email), it is headed for replacement. This computer certainly doesn't owe us anything; it was a refurbished laptop purchased hurriedly after the "WHO PUT WATER IN THE LAPTOP?!" incident two years ago and had the kindness to break for the first time last year just days before the warranty ran out, saving us its equivalent value in repairs. Perhaps it deserves a better fate than being handed over to our munchkins for abusive game-playing on pbskids, but that's how it goes in the world of disposable electronics.