Valeria Out Loud

The blizzard named Nemo came and went from the Northeast. What a mess it left behind, and what a mess I went through. Without getting into too much detail, I was left to fend this storm on my own, alone with my children. My husband left for Toronto Thursday, for what was supposed to be an overnight work trip, but unfortunately, he is still there. Will be until tomorrow. With that, it was scary to be alone. The snow was massive.  The winds were whipping. I had an issue with the heat going out (which I fixed), being stuck in all this snow surrounding the house (I did shovel a path through the 30 inches we got!) and two children; who are sweet as candy, but also grinding on the nerves of someone with cabin fever. That person is me.

All this white stuff makes me want to cry.  I mean. Snow is beautiful, of course, especially when it looks like puffs of cotton balls slowly swaying and dropping from the sky.  So pretty, breathtakingly so when you see it glittery lit from the moonshine at night.  It sounds fun scrunching under your boots. And there is nothing like hitting someone with a good snowball.  BUT.  I feel like I’ve had enough. Nowadays 40 degrees seems cold, and the snow is a burden …and a trap!  I want to go to where the warm weather is 24/7. Fifty degrees is winter lows. I want to soak up the rays of the golden, hot sun.  Wearing strappy wedge sandals, maxi tube dresses and getting a tan without trying!  *sob*  But alas, I live in Boston.

A girl can daydream!

Figured some of you don’t live in snowy climates, and might get a kick out of seeing photos of how much snow we got North of Boston. These are labeled!