The coming of the snow-storm told.
The wind blew east; we heard the roar
— John Greenleaf Whittier, “Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl”
The English language is so expressive. Americans so inventive. Especially in moments of crisis.
The Mid-Atlantic Blizzard of 2010 has prompted the snowtrodden to coin a few new phrases: Snowmageddon (by President Obama) Snowpocalypse, and Snownami, to name a few.
Since we are truly snowbound, I’m thankful I stocked up on lots of bread and milk and Oreo Cakesters and chicken noodle soup and Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream and V8 juice and Guinness and Schoolhouse Rock! DVDs and potato chips and lollipops and hummus and orange juice and toilet paper and granola and $2 travel-sized Catch ’Em Fishing Games and Illustrated Classics Treasure Island coloring books.
My family is trying to enjoy the week off.
Let’s just call it a Snowcation.