So, in keeping with our town’s hypersensitivity to falling
frozen flakes, I got the automated phone call at 5:30 a.m. : No school today. I shambled out of bed to the window and was
not surprised to see clear roads, clear sidewalks, and no precipitation in the
hazy aura of the streetlight at the neighbor’s yard. Oh well.
Unable to fall back asleep, I channel surfed for two
hours. One by one the little ones arose
and plopped into bed with me. Then,
magically, just before making the call to work, I saw a snowstorm actualizing
on the street scene out my window.
The wife is overnighting in Boston
so I’m the children’s caretaker right now.
And now I must call in a personal day.
Despite the mounds of work, the pounds of pressure, the insecurity of
continued employment, I actually needed this day off. Don’t know how I’ll be tomorrow, but
tomorrow’ll be Friday, so I think I’ll be able to manage.
We had breakfast, watched an episode of Star Trek (“Balance of Terror”).
I went to the basement and started working on our taxes while the girls
watched some cartoons. My boss did reach
out to me to work on a major issue, so I logged in to my company email and did
my best working from home. At lunch we
had sandwiches, took a couple of goofy online quizzes, and the girls went out
in the backyard to play in the snow. I
dozed a bit then read some more Sheen and Lewis (sounds like an old vaudeville
act). We settled down with popcorn to watch
Abbott and Costello Meet the Invisible
Man, then I steeled myself to shovel us out around 6, once I saw that the
storm had moved on.
All in all, though, we only got about four inches, despite a
weather prediction of six to ten. And it
was fluffy powdery stuff, so I didn’t throw my back out or anything.
Not a great shot, but here’s a picture of the view out my
front door just after the snow stopped falling:
So, back to the grind tomorrow. And it’s grinding me down. But then – there’s the weekend, there’s books
to read, movies to watch, and my two little daughters to play with.
No comments:
Post a Comment