Today was a snow day and that made me so very happy. The streets were snow-covered and quiet. The neighbor kids were bundled up having a blast and their joy was all I could hear. No snow plows or snow blowers, no school buses. It was as if the whole city capitulated. All I wanted to do was nothing. I was mostly successful aside from cleaning up the kitchen after last night's St Paddy's Day feast with Ted and Meryl and cuddling cats and getting my fill of one documentary after another. An unexpected long weekend and a welcome short week make this girl smile from my heart.

 

It was a really nice weekend at that. We met Brad and Ashley for drinks in our old neighborhood Friday and then we went for pizza at Lisa's where we've been patrons since childhood. We ordered it just like my mom used to with extra cheese. It's the only way. There were lots of leftovers just the way we like it. Were being the operative word...they are now gone.

 

 

We had a slow start to Saturday. My dad surprised us with more of his beautiful bone broth. He stayed for a viewing of old family movies we'd just gotten digitized. I'm grateful we took them. I wish we'd taken more. Then we finally got out for a little shopping before settling in for a quiet night. Mike taught me cribbage after I kicked his butt in Gin twice. He'll have to give me a refresher course or two, but I think I can get it. We cued up Bugonia, and I have no idea how we made it through the whole film. It was nihilistic nonsense.

All last week, I was noticing signs of spring, but come Sunday morning I was just happy for a cool, dreary day to turn my stock into soup and make the annual Shepherd's Pie with a side of Reuben. I was able to send the kids home with lots of leftovers after we watched the Oscars and several old reels just as the snow was starting to accumulate. I miss Sunday dinner. It used to be a staple around here. Everyone together for a meal at the start of the week is nourishment for the mind, body and soul.