I had my daughter's friend who's a boy help my shovel this afternoon. He took the snow scoop and went to work. As I said, the snow was really light, so the work was easy. It took us about a half hour to finish the job. He's a small kid, but, when given a task, he throws himself into it. My daughter just sat in the house, happy there was somebody else to do her share of the shoveling. I have a feeling, when his parents pick him up this evening, my daughter is going to be a little sad. Moodier than normal, if that's possible.
Of course, an extra day off school would improve her mood for sure. I'm not sure that's going to happen with the current weather forecast, but there's always a possibility. It depends on the amount of snow we receive and the strength of the winds.
According to today's episode of Classic Saint Marty, four years ago we were dealing with extreme cold. As a matter of fact, if I remember correctly, Christmas vacation was extended about three days because of a polar vortex spinning over the Great Lakes. Every night, my kids were glued to the TV, waiting for school to be canceled again.
They may not be quite so lucky this year...
January 3, 2012: At McDonald's Again, Cold is Cheap, Scrooge
I'm currently at McDonald's, racing my laptop's battery to get this posted. I have 37 minutes. I've had a really productive hour or so here. I just uploaded my post from this morning. I submitted some poems for an anthology of U.P. poets that's coming out this year. (I'm pretty much assured of getting published. I know the guy who's putting it together, and he likes my stuff.) And now, I'm trying to get my second post done.
Thirty-four minutes. The view outside the window here at McDonald's highlights all the new snow we received yesterday. The whole hill on the opposite side of the highway is pure white, covered with black pine trees. The temperature this morning was about -6 degrees Fahrenheit. It's warmed up to around 3 degrees now.
|Sometimes, Scrooge got it right|
Eleven minutes. Saint Marty is done.