It's getting to the point where I can start recycling blog posts. It snowed. Then it snowed some more. Then I didn't have to go to school. Then I sat around all day doing far less than I planned on doing because there is something about a snow day that makes me feel like I have more time than I actually do.
The only difference is that, this time, most of the state had the day off with me. Still, it's getting a bit repetitive. I'll see what I can do to make things more interesting for you in tonight's Wednesday Night Bullet Post.
*The auto-dial system called me last night to let me know I didn't have to set the alarm. This time it was the superintendent himself who made the recording.
*Probably to make it sound more dire since we haven't had a full week of school since before forever and I would imagine a few parents are ready to tear their hair out.
*I told the cats I would be staying home with them for the day.
*Kind of made it sound like it was my idea...
*Not that it matters. I doubt they heard me. They were up at 4:30 just like always.
*Mega-storm today. Didn't quite live up to the hype.
*Almost a foot of new snow.
*On top of what we already had.
*I made a plan to shovel the car out each time the plow came through to clear our lot.
*See how I learn? It only took two major storms for me to realize that large plows will bury my car if I don't keep track of things.
*Let's all stand up and cheer for the nice plow driver who saw me on my second trip out.
*He caught sight of me shoveling and came back to clear some more of the snow so I could back out of the drift.
*Bless his little heart. I only wish my thanks were better expressed. I was cold and kind of in shock because the plow guys don't usually do that kind of thing.
*Cheer loudly for him. Maybe he'll hear and realize that I was honestly trying to be very, very gracious.
*Also might have been a little flustered by his cuteness.
*Sad thing to see in a middle aged lady, but there it is...
*Daddy Sheep sent me this today. It's not a Maine map, but it's close enough for you to get the general idea.
* I laughed for a full ten minutes and then found myself chuckling off and on for much of the day.
*I'm sure that some of you can relate...
*I thought I'd finish a sock today.
*Did not finish a sock today.
*Came close. Mere inches.
*But did not finish a sock today.
*I gave those Stoopid Rectangles (aka handwarmers) to The Very Nice Lady at the convenience store on Monday.
*She asked if I'd make a pair for her sister and I couldn't think of a reason not to. Even if I didn't quite understand why anyone would want a pair of Stoopid Rectangles with a hole in the side that lets you stick a thumb through them.
*When I gave them to her, I heard the rest of the story regarding the intended recipient and why she is deserving of something to warm her hands this winter.
*Moral Of The Story: Sometimes a Stoopid Rectangle is more than it seems. Greater than the sum of it's limited geometry, as it were.
*I'm very, very glad I made them and that I finished them before the storm. I'm very, very glad I took the time to put them in a nice wrapper and label them. I'm very, very glad that a few hours on my part could help someone out.
*I went to the school library yesterday.
*Storm on the way=library trip.
*Actually, it's right on the way back to my classroom when I'm leaving my Tuesday meeting.
*I was planning to pick up Septimus Heap, Book Six: Darke.
*It's not out yet.
*All was not lost, though. I found Reckless!
*Cornelia Funke is one of my favorite authors.
*I consider her "required reading."
*That's the best I can do. It's the only descriptor I can come up with.
*I started it last night and am almost finished.
*Even the little things are so vividly depicted as to seem extraordinary.
*And that which is extraordinary seems perfectly plausible after a few pages.
*This one is teetering on the edge of the YA genre, but still a good read for middle school kids.
*And middle aged teachers who like getting books from the school library before snowstorms.
Yes. It's another snow day for Sheepie. Same knitting, same reading, same forcing the car out of snowbanks. It never really changes here, I guess. Here's hoping I managed to make it sound at least a little bit different than the last one.
And that I can do it again because they are talking about another storm for next week...
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