13 Year Old Mail

Well, in the middle of our winter blizzard we decided to check the mail.  Apparently the post office is cleaning out mail in hopes that they don't have to deliver for the next few days.  (UIC is shut down tomorrow, possibly on Thursday and since 1965 when the university started that has NEVER happened.)  We received some report cards for the parents of Ashley Rushing.  If you know who this is, as they've graduated college now, they probably are concerned with their middle school report cards we received in the mail today.  We also got a few messages for the lady who lived here before us, but that was only 4 years old.

We're watching it snow and listening to the howling wind.  It is windy enough that driving home from school/work was horrid.  And not really because there was a lot of snow, but because of the stupid wind.  In 20 minutes that I was home while waiting for Chris's train to get here, the windows on the car froze entirely -- on both the inside and the outside.  We're also enjoying laughing about the fact that the pastor in charge at the cafe wants me to come in tomorrow at 530am.  Before I left the cafe this morning to go teach I basically told him I wouldn't be there tomorrow, but he didn't believe me.  I tried explaining that I was simply not going to make it, but he insists that I get up at five am and (while watching the snow come down still) confirm that I'm not going to make it. 

We watched the weather map and over the course of an hour it expanded to cover an extra 400 miles.  This means we will be getting DUMPED on.  :) I'm excited, though I'm not excited that it isn't really packing snow, so that means no snowmen to build.  Though that's on the agenda for tomorrow if we can stand the wind.  The windchill on Thursday is expected to be close to -30F.  As it stands we're already getting massive drifts happenings, but that's what happens with blowing snow.

Like I said though, we got 13 year old mail from the post office in hopes that they'd not deliver again until Friday.  However, the dust bunnies accompanying the mail are interesting.  I mean, where does the mail go for 13 years?  Did they all of a sudden decide that they needed that crate and it fell between a crate and the wall?

Since Chris and I have an unexpected bit of time together we're going to watch a movie and maybe make some supper.  (I was supposed to have class tonight, but they canceled it -- yay!!)  And I'll be taking regular pictures of the amassing snow, so that'll be the next post.