I was still getting my sleep on at 7:30 am when my sister calls and leaves this on my answering machine. "Deeeeeeee, wake up! It's freaking snowing!" I get up to answer it, peek out the window and see no snow.
See, she's up the hill in Mission Grove. Where the rich folks live. That is why they got snow. I live in the hood--far, far away from Alessandro Blvd. There ain't no snow off Arlington Ave.
But as my kids continued to press their noses against the window (I know, just like in a fairytale), to what did their little eyes see? Snow! Yes, can you believe it? Actual little balls of snow floating over our dirty van, all over our dried brown grass, sweeping over the piles of leaves in the driveway. It was pretty cool!
Noah said, "There is no snow!" To which we all reminded him to put his glasses on. He did, looked outside and said, "Oh. There is snow." So yes, there was enough snow for us to have a little excitement this Friday morning but not enough that an astigmatised child without his glasses on could see. But, nonetheless, there was snow.
So it does snow in the hood. Right on. Sorry there are no pictures of the fine white powder on my parched front lawn. I mean, come on, I was still wiping the crust out of my eye. If you want pictures of my kids making dirt/weeds/dried grass/snow angels, I can hook you up later.
