We had a lovely gift of time this week, as an ice storm rolled in on Friday. On Thursday the schools announced we would close early, at 12:25, so students could get home before an expected bout with freezing rain/sleet and ice. We have had very cold weather this week, lows in the teens and twenties, so anything that fell would be sticking. Of course, when Friday arrived, and the snow and sleet began at 10 in the morning, not in the later afternoon, the schools decided to close even earlier. I was out of school and to the grocery store by 12:15.
I had to get in food… at the end of the week, we had nothing left, and since we knew ahead of time that school would close early, each of the 2 younger boys had invited a friend to spend the night iced in with us. In the end, there were 7 guys, and me: my husband, his business partner, my three boys and 2 of their friends. It was a lovely, fun evening. I had stocked up on groceries so we had chili and popcorn and plenty of lovely breakfast treats: baked french toast and German pancakes.
My husband’s business partner is really more a brother. His kids are both adults now, so he is often at a loose end and comes over to help around here. So he and the hubbler re-stretched the carpet to finish the wood stove project, and then all the guys helped me clean up and put the furniture back. So by 7:30 pm we had the room back together, the fire heating the house, the boys playing rousing games of ping pong or fusball or Apples to Apples. The old guys worked on business proposals and I watched House of Elliot and knitted.
It was so nice and cozy. The pond is frozen over and the roads were sheets of ice. The boys sledded down our hilly road in the dark last night and this morning. It was lovely to have the house we designed for just such family life worked so fine. There was plenty of room for all the sleepers. There were plenty of places for different groups to do their thing. The kitchen could deal with the traffic of 8 hungry people at all times.
I need to get books on the shelf – by the way, both the middle son and I had our cup of tea sitting on that bookshelf next to the fire this morning. And throughout the day, as boys traipsed in, there were plenty of people just wanting to perch there. Score!