I grew up in the Pacific Northwest (Snohomish, Washington, to be exact), so even though I've lived in South Dakota for the last 38 years, the sight of snow falling still triggers the little electric thrill that I used to feel as a kid, whenever I spotted the rare and elusive snowflake. Of course this snow, the first of the season, didn't so much fall as attack.
We lucked out- The Black Hills (or, as we like to say: Wes Triver, meaning west of the Missouri, which bisects the state) got a lot more snow than we did. And by a lot, I mean Deadwood (of slot machine and Kevin Costner fame) got 45". And Rapid City got 10". I-90, the east-west interstate, has been closed from Mitchell (home of The World's Only Corn Palace) to the Wyoming border, and may not reopen today.
Here in Eas Triver (east of the Missouri), we got around 3", though it's hard to tell, what with the Arctic Snow Rearranger howling out there. But our high wind not only piles the snow in inconvenient places, it makes driving purely a hazard. Especially since people have forgotten, as they always do during the summer months, that water plus cold plus wind makes for fender bendery travel. So, though we're not socked in, nor are we shoveling out, we're still under a travel advisory, which sucks. Royally. Because I was going to get to spend the weekend snuggling down with grandkids, who are now stuck at home.
So the *oh look, it's snowing!* has been tempered a bit by the *dammit, it's snowing!*.
I'll spend my day, hunkered down with charts and needles. I had a lightbulb moment for an unusual lace design and construction yesterday, and spent the afternoon and evening swatching and experimenting and tearing out and starting over and still not making the thing in my head real (yeah, I know that I said that I skip swatching whenever possible, but even The Swatch Avoidance Queen would not start a full-size lace project using a totally unfamiliar construction and a new design, without a trial run or two. I'm lazy and impatient, not stupid). So far, the notion has not gelled, but I'm working on it. And since I won't be cooking or cleaning for company, or reading books or playing games or cavorting in the snow with grands [insert self pity here], I have plenty of time to work out the kinks. I'll keep you posted.