Thoughts induced by staring at snow flakes

* This post is a homage to the icechewer who inspires me and encourages me to be a better me :-)

Thought #1:

Blizzard

–noun

1. Meteorology .

a. storm with dry, driving snow, strong winds, and intense cold.

b. heavy and prolonged snowstorm covering a wide area.

2. an inordinately large amount all at one time; avalanche: a blizzard of Christmas cards.

What a word. in the past few days this word had been used in every small talk and big talk in the east coast. just the sound of it made me shiver...

Thought #2:

Preperation for the snow has started in the city long before the weather forcasts announced of its coming. shovels, snow blowers and other snow-fighting equipment were sold everywhere.

funniest thing happend. Snow actually came a day after Christmas, right after the day where all stores are closed...

Thought #3: 

The worst chore of all - shoveling snow.

Thought #4:

The second worst chore of all - taking the dog for a walk in this weather.

Thought #5:

A friend from Israel asked me where do all the street cats hide in the snow? The answer is - in NYC there are no street cats. So - she asked - does it means that there are mice then? Yes - there are a handful, and if you listen carefully, especially on stormy nights - you can hear them tiptoing across the room.

Thought #6:

(continues thought # 4) - dogs' urine on the snow is bright yellow. Gross!

Thought #7: 
I went to shop for groceries in 2 supermarkets - empty shelves on both! luckily they had differemnt products missing so I was able to get almost everything I needed :-)

Thought #8:
Romance in the snow: a dad and his son throwing snow balls at each other in the middle of the night, a couple walking hand in hand wearing gloves, a couple cleaning snow off a car, a woman walks a dog wearing a snow coat and tiny little shoes on its 4 legs, people helping each other to cros the slippery roads, people posing to a camera, people cuddling in front of the fire place and watching TV (with or without their significant other), people staring out the window at the snow flakes.

Thought #9:
Totally unromantic in the snow: slipping and falling flat on one's face.

Thought #10:
Where are all the taxis?

Thought #11:
I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go? I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.
The Catcher in the Rye
Holden Caulfield in Chapter 1