Winter Storm Cleon (just when did they start naming winter storms?) swept in Thursday with enough vigor to shut the school down at 3:00 PM (with an additional message that we wouldn't re-open until Monday morning) so Southern Man headed back to The Land to face a cold weekend in The Trailer.
The problem with bitter cold weather at The Land is that it's boring. He can get the trailer warm enough with a pair of electric heaters and there's an electric blanket on the bed but there is little or no Internet service and no broadcast television. Southern Man's PS2 and gaming computers are up in The Barn and it's a little hard to play Guitar Hero or Armada or Doom when your fingers are numb. So when he's snowbound it's mainly sitting on the little couch and reading or watching DVDs. He has stocked up and has several books he hasn't yet read (horray for Project Gutenberg!) and several DVDs that he hasn't yet watched but there is a limit to how much reading or movie-watching one can do in a day.
Even when one of the DVDs has all twelve Andy Sidaris films, found the Wal-Mart $5 bin last week. Which works out to about 3¢ per nipple.
Fortunately this is a Daughter Weekend so there is additional entertainment automatically built in. Southern Man and Southern Ex arranged to meet half-way on both legs this weekend so it was just an hour drive up the turnpike to pick her up and transport her to the Ancestral Manor.
Southern Man's Snow Angel
As Winter Storm Cleon continued to shower snow and ice over everything there really wasn't much to do other than sit by the fireplace and play games. However Teen Daughter and the other Southern Women made their annual trek to a production of The Nutcracker, which Southern Man usually skips.
After church on Sunday we stopped by Burlington Coat Factory where Teen Daughter picked up a nice Calvin Klein winter jacket...
...and then we went back up the turnpike to meet with Southern Ex to end a nice, if very cold, weekend.