I was thinking the other day about how I used to wonder where all the snow was in New York City. I'd always see loads of snow in the winter scenes in movies set in New York. Like the Christmas Tree getting scenes in When Harry Met Sally. But then I moved here and there was hardly any snow until last winter. I'd get a little pissy with these movies thinking they were taking serious dramatic license with my city - making it seem like it's usually a snowy wonderland. And now I'm learning why they think it's okay to have all those snowy winter scenes in those movies. Though snow in Manhattan isn't nearly like they show in the movies. The 'blizzard' back in December was an exception. Snowed forever and was windy and cold and beautiful. K and I were shopping in it like the crazy folks we are and I was loving it. Snow was all over the ground and New Yorkers and tourists were shopping and drinking cocoa and it did seem a little magical. And then the plows came. And the pretty went away.

But mostly it all turns slushy and gets shoveled into the gutters and ices over so you have to walk carefully and can't enjoy it even if it did look pretty... I like the snow in Brooklyn though. Especially on my street. Folks shovel their own walks and often have their kids helping out. It all looks pretty and white most of the time until it melts. And best of all I get to have a whole backyard of it. Last winter, my first winter here with a real backyard, I got goofy and made snow angels. It was awesome. It's not quite high enough for me to do snow angels right now, but it looks like we've got plenty of winter left for that.

I just wish this snow would come when I could stay at home and snuggle with the kitties. And that the temperature would do that thing where it's just cold enough to snow and not any colder. This negative temp bullshit is making me crazy.

I'm going to Nobu for dinner tonight. And y'all aren't. Well, unless you are M or M or J and are going with me. But I don't think y'all are reading this so...