…but I rather like it.
There’s nothing quite like sitting inside your warm, comfortable home watching the swirling white dance of snowflakes outside your window.
It’s been snowing all day, making it difficult for the kids and I to concentrate on sight words and counting by tens instead of daydreams of snowball fights and sled runs. I watched it piling up outside the window, an inch at a time, wondering about the road conditions and praying for safe journeys for me and my students. The six mile trip to pick up Paul and return to the house took twice as long as normal with everyone inching along, testing the traction on their tires.
And still, it snows. I’m as bad as the kids, hoping for a snow day, checking and rechecking the local news websites for information about school closures. So far, no word, which means that I should be in bed right now. Especially considering what happened this morning, when we woke up to the sound of a phone call, only to find that we had overslept our alarm. We usually leave the house at 7:10, and it was 7:15 when we awoke and catapulted out of bed to a maelstrom of rushing and shrieking and throwing around clothes and breakfast. It wasn’t a great way to start the day, and I wouldn’t like to repeat it.
Factor in the driveway shoveling we’ll have to do tomorrow morning to make it out of the garage, and I really should be snoring instead of typing right now. But I’m not ready yet.
Just a few more minutes of watching the snow fall. That’s all I ask.
And you, stay warm.
Update: I got my snow day. It takes a lot of snow to keep you home in North Idaho, but eighteen inches in a 12 hour period will do it rather efficiently, especially if you drive a Ford Escort and the county snowplows haven’t gotten around to you yet. Even better, Paul is off, too. He didn’t get the text message until he was late for work and three quarters of the way through digging out the driveway; he had a few choice words for the powers-that-be about waiting till the last minute, but now he’s warmly esconced on the couch with a root beer and his laptop, happy with the world.
It feels like a good day for tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, for baking with the kids, for playing games and drinking hot drinks.
And for finally catching up on the three weeks of laundry hulking in my laundry basket, looking ever more like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.