Snow Day

There's something to be said for Snow Days. Four inches of fluffy white treachery threatening, promising to keep you indoors all the live-long day... to watch movies, read trashy novels, bake cookies, pull the covers up to your chin.


With Snow Days all bets are off. Cute shoes give way to clunky boots, the Teacher Conference guaranteed to go badly gets canceled, hopefully to be forgotten forever. The check that's supposed to be in the mail will get mailed tomorrow or the day after.

Meanwhile we'll muddle through, we'll make it somehow.
We'll improvise.

Snow Days, to my mind, are meant for reflection. To sit off to the sidelines and ponder the course we are on.. is this the right one? Should we change paths... or simply adjust this one. At the very least Snow Days are meant to sit, to think, to breath quietly, in and out.


I like to take inventory... or at least I like the time required to take inventory. I like to sit quietly and wonder if I am going the right way, doing the right thing. Is this the year I sell the house? Pull up stakes? Hitch a ride west? Submit paperwork for a master's degree in something? Join the circus? In the end it's always the same --I am a home body. I like to feather my nest, stay put, stay the course.

Oh, but Baby, it's cold outside; a Hot Toddy will do a body good.
Brrrrrrrrr