Snow

I sometimes look around on a day like today and wonder, "Where could all this have possible come from?!" The snow is deep, heavy, and still falling... I cannot help but feel that summer is too far in the past, or in the future, to either remember or look forward to it. There is something inherently depressing about looking out into an endless abyss of white when you are unable to go out to ski (pregnant), snowmobile (don't own one), skate (nothing is cleaned off), and / or even drive safely. It is on days like these that I question the decision that we made to move back here from North Carolina, as opposed to staying or moving even further south. I question... but all that answers me is snow.

Desperately seeking Spring,

MWM Turns 30

Snow Day

I live in Michigan... have for nearly all of my life. We have fresh water, plentiful farms, great schools, and die-hard sports fans. We also have the pleasure of the once-in-awhile, no-school, no-work (for teachers!), Snow Day. It is a glorious thing.

As a teacher, I hope just as much for a Snow Day as I did when I was a child. I even have little superstitions that I follow in the hopes of generating enough "Snow Day" energy to actually make the snow fall thicker, heavier, and more resistant to plowing than ever before. Today (Thursday), for example, I gave the weekly Spelling Test instead of on Friday, in the hopes that the Snow Gods would smile upon me for having handled classroom business one day earlier than usual. I will not be putting ice cubes in my toilet or spoons in my bed, but I will absolutely be up at 5:00 a.m. to watch the local news and (hopefully!) see that my district has decided to close for one long, peaceful, winter day.

Here's to Snow Days... the pride of Michigan. And why not? We no longer have the automobile industry.

MWM Turns 30