It's March 1 and it's snowing in Salisbury. We get no snow all winter, and now it's almost spring, and it's really snowing. Ruined a practice session today, and might ruin rehearsals tomorrow. Robert's in Easton waiting for Chad to get off work because he insisted on taking him to work tonight despite the bad weather, and now it's too awful for him to drive home and then back to pick him up. Todd and I are home. I'm off on furlough Monday, which I suppose is OK.

Those kids who go to school would be all excited to have a day off, but there's one problem. They were already off on Monday (not sure why). Go figure.

I went to SSO rehearsal tonight. Other people didn't. It was a sparse turnout. It was sleeting here when I left, but as soon as I got across the drawbridge, it was just raining. When I left two hours later, it was starting to sleet at SU, but by the time I reached the drawbridge on the way home, it was really snowing. And when I got closer to home, it was obvious it had been snowing for some time because it was accumulating. We have a few inches now, and it's just getting started.

I remember lots of snowstorms around here when I was young. Once we were out of school for two weeks, at least. The roads were covered with ice (I lived in town, a block from the Catholic school) for weeks. Our house was so cold, we had blankets draped across the upstairs landing to save heat, and we all camped out in the living room to keep warm.

And in 1979, we had a blizzard that covered the whole front of the apartment building where I lived and was so deep, cars that were parked outside were nothing more than bumps in the landscape. It was up to my waist. But it was all melted and gone in just a few days, because it was late February when it happened.

In 1987 we had an 18-inch snowfall. Chad was just a toddler. I have a picture of that snowfall, taken from Winder Street when I was dropping Laura off after a prolonged (thanks to the snow) visit.

But it doesn't snow here much anymore.