Monday morning. I was up earlier than usual. Lots of time before work. What's that sound? Ah, the rain has stopped. Been raining for 2½ days. Getting ready to let the dogs out and noticed that it was rather light outside; kind of a sodium vapor light. Must be cloudy with a full moon. Opened the door and thought to myself, “what is all that foam doing on the lawn?” Then I realized that the “foam” was falling from the sky. Great! Visible particulate matter. Wait a minute. That’s snow! Looked like three to four inches everywhere. Woke Shari up with, “Sorry to get you up, but, you have got to see this!” Shari sarcastically replies, “What? Is it snowing?”

We went out the front door and everything was white. Then we noticed the silence. The kind of stillness associated with a good snowfall. We could hear the neighbors from a couple of streets away. We could hear the cracking of overloaded tree branches. People were calling friends and waking them up at 3:30am. Our neighborhood was alive at 5:00 am.

Woke the kids up about 6:30 and asked them to go get the paper for us. They weren’t too interested until we mentioned a buck a piece. Open the door and both girls stood there in utter astonishment. Taylor said, “No way!” Brooklyn said, “It’s snowing!” This was not dry powdery stuff. This was moist snowball making material. Heavy with moisture.

We broke out the snow dish. Neighbors Andy and Alex were banging on our door wanting the kids to come out to build a snowman. Shari built a mermaid. The kids pulled each other up and down the block in the snow dish. Andy broke out his cross country skis. Lots of video and photos. It snowed and snowed. Finally around 9:30, we started getting a little rain, but not enough to melt the snow.

Around 10:00, I decided the old brown bomb could make it into work and headed for the oilfields. It looked like a holiday had been declared! Hardly anyone out.