Yesterday we drove from our home outside Dallas north through Oklahoma to Kansas City. In southern Oklahoma, snow flurries breezed off our little Toyota. By Tulsa, the snow was a few inches deep. The roads in northern Oklahoma were deeply snowy and slushy indeed. I slowed our car to 30 to 40 miles an hour, we kept long distances between our car and the other cars, and we got through after a lengthy but safe drive. The deep drifts of snow and the wintry white trees were gorgeous. Southern Oklahoma had been deep woodlands with giant crows and fattened hawks. Northern Oklahoma was like one those 40s movies where Mitzi Gaynor and Bing Crosby sing while the snow machine pelts on the back lot. By Kansas, the snow was lessened. A client called me on my cell phone; by the time the call was over, the snow was gone.
We had a wonderful brunch and present opening family gathering today. My 6 year old niece rode my back as I paced, wishing to look like a horse but probably looking like a bespectacled warg or warthog. Now we've bought our Powerball tickets, and we're settled in resting. It's been a great Christmas day.