We had a bit of a snowstorm the other day, but it wasn't quite what I'd expected, and the snow quality has rapidly dropped off due to the fact that it started out as freezing rain, so I'm planning on taking it back for a refund.
We were all looking forward to having Friday off.
The kids got up early to check the school closing information on the Internet, and waited patiently ("Refresh" "Refresh" "Refresh") until they saw what they had hoped to see - SCHOOL CLOSED - and then there were shouts and screams and laughter and all sorts of noise.
At 6:45 in the morning.
There wasn't much real snow at this point. It was merely freezing rain mixed with snow, and only minor accumulations. But the roads were slick, numerous accidents had already occurred, and the School District took the safe route and cancelled classes.
As the day progressed, the precipitation turned to snow, but there was never much of it. The total was something in the neighborhood of two inches - which Michiganders completely ignore - so there was no excuse for us "professionals"; I had to go to work.
The snow finally stopped after I'd endured several meetings, and the day dragged on and on and on through several crises, a few heated "discussions", a telecon or two, and an hour of battling the lab gremlins. Finally, after nearly everyone else had left, it was time for me to go, too.
And when I left, the snow had all turned to slush and the roads were nearly dry.
1 comment:
Sorry you had to go to work, but I certainly remember the thrill of a snow day! I recall my junior year in high school we had so much snow in January that exams were cancelled. Gotta love that.
Of course, my poor kids will never know the joy. Even if they did go to the school down the road, we just don't get that kind of weather.
But hey, we get off every Friday, so they can't complain.
Saw some beautiful snow this evening though. We were watching "The Homecoming," courtesy of the Bookmobile's dvd collection. (Took me back... back to the time when that Walton family actually attempted real Vuhginia accents.) The snow was surely pretty.
Speaking of pretty, your kids' pictures sure look good. They've got their Mama's eyes and some of them appear to have their Daddy's hair. It's the other way around at our house, which is a good thing, too.
:) Jeanne
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