A few degrees below freezing isn’t cold to a Swede. Neither do four inches of snow constitute a lot of snow. And still the world around me grinds to a halt.
We listened to the radio, where the poor announcers almost expired over all the schools they had to list as being closed. When they got to Offspring’s former primary school, that was also closed. Except for Y1 and Y2. Wonder what they were doing?
I had great hopes for Daughter’s current college, but that too turned out to be closed when she arrived. From my childhood I only remember the snow storm in 1968 when even the Swedish school system gave up and sent us home. But first we did walk to school in thigh high snow.
As for myself, I took my camera for a walk. It hasn’t seen this much snow before, being fairly young. I met a woman (complete stranger) in the street who offered me a snowball fight, but I declined. Had I been younger I would have made angels in the garden, but there was a big risk I’d never get up again if I lay down.