Last evening, I looked outside as snow lightly fell. About an hour later, Wolfgang said, "Look at the picnic table", so I looked out and was all, "what picnic table?" Everything in the backyard was buried under mounds of snow. I had to shovel a path to the street just to get my garbage dumpster to the bottom of the driveway for, the always special, garbage day.
So I leisurely got up this morning and turned on the radio to hear the closure report. I didn't want to boot up the computer just yet, and I have a DumbPhone, so radio it was. The announcer went through a list of closures and delays without one word about our district. What?? Dang, I'd better get on the stick!
It did seem strange, though. No way, I thought. There must've been a delay in announcing the delay? A few minutes later the announcer came back and listed more closures, including our district. Turns out there were so many, he was reading them in waves. Really, it would've been more efficient to announce what, if anything, was open.
So here we are basking in snowiness
Checking my facebook page, I found the typical snowday status updates from my gleeful teacher friends. Snowdays are of the few occasions where my fb feed looks an awful lot like Wolfgang's.
Some things never change.