Snow Angels

With the talk of more snow coming in the next day or two,

I was thinking about the big snow we just had.

I love snow!

I absolutely love it!

Evidently, so does my Gran.

She was telling my mom about the young boy that would come to the window

of my great-grandmothers apartment building when there had been a good

snow storm. He would write messages to her in the fresh snow.

Since my mom was out one evening after the snow storm, she went to my

Gran's aparment building (the same one great-grandma lived in)

and proceeded to make a snow angel with a message written next to it.

Mom was hoping that Gran was in her apartment. She called her as she was

lying in the snow mid-snow angel. She wasn't answering. She called her cell

phone and it was turned off. Someone had been watching her playing in the

snow and yelled out the window. She shared who she was looking for and

was reminded that it was BINGO night. So she went to the window of the

big game room of the building where a room full of "old gerries" (as Gran

calls people over the age of 70) were playing a little BINGO. She proceeded to

rap on the window and practically give the whole room heart attacks.

After they let her in she was told to never do that again. Go figure.

Well, Gran was thrilled with the work my mom had put into her snow art.

It is pretty great.

I love snow.

I'd like some more please!