Yessiree, bub, it snowed here today. Last I looked, we were at 32.5" on the old yardstick (pun intended). Fortunately it was cold, single to low double digits, all day and dry. So as you can see from the snapshot, the snow is light, crystals of powder. The kind of weather where I felt lucky to have a slider door, so I could shovel out a path for the dog to do her business. Not quite the Blizzard of '78 depths that required jumping out of second story windows to shovel, but dramatic all the same.
We knew before we left school yesterday that we wouldn't have school today, and by noon today, we knew we weren't going to have it tomorrow, either. However, I still had to finish grading and entering all my grades into the district system, as the deadline for 8am tomorrow had been pushed back. That's the funny thing about modern life, even a historic Snow Day isn't a day off.
Tomorrow, I hope to do the chores I didn't do today, and have time to mess around with my kids. Today my time was gobbled up by grading, graphing, checking twice and entering once. Being able to work remotely is wonderful on one hand and a trap on the other. It leaves us with a nearly two decade old extendable electronic leash, which we professionals rarely get to take off.
I stayed up too late last night, riffing on my own personal historic storm and suffered for it with a slow-waking brain this morning. I liked the writing exercise, and at some point want to tell the whole tale of living on the boat and having it be my version of the Small is Beautiful movement, one I hope to return to in my next chapter of life. But I want to keep going....if I had my way I'd just write all the time now. Last night I was reveling in some stolen, unfettered time to just reflect, ruminate and write.
Tonight, I should be happy to have my grades locked and loaded, but once again, my eyes are so tired that watching TV, reading Small Victories: Spotting Improbable Moments of Grace by Anne Lamott, or even writing this has me straining to focus.
I can hear my daughter watching Fantasia my all time favorite animated film from my youth and earlier listened as my son was video conferencing with some others about a game they're designing. And I know from the music, which scenes my daughter is watching, the are vivid in my internal video library. I wonder at what elements my son's game is going to include and why they're choosing them.
So it's late, but my snow day is officially beginning. Going to go saddle up to my daughter and watch the rest of Fantasia with her and before I fall asleep check in with my boy on his latest game plan.
Short and sweet tonight on a day of endless and deep work and snow.
G'night, You Princes and Princesses of New England, Good Night!
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