fluffy white

I think it’s still snowing.

I do know my Facebook feed is swirling with all the northerners posting photographs of the fluffy white carpets on their lawns. Believe me, we have a lot of it here too, but I didn’t post a picture. After all, I live in upstate New York.

There will be more. I’m pacing myself.

The kids had a snow day, which everyone seems to be championing, and while I’m glad about it, it seems like they’re just being set up for not having one the next time. “If we give too many snow days when kids can just go remote, will we reach our 180 days?”

I imagine this reverberating through the halls at the school board meeting.

We have two shovels out in the garage. We used both this morning to “dig out,” even though we pay a gentleman to plow us out. It was coming down too consistently, and he came so early that we needed to add to the elbow grease we’ve been storing up all year.

But the kids had fun. It was a little odd, I will admit, having them home and not having the Chromebooks open. But it was nice. And save for the flickering lights this morning it was the perfect day. I look out now and I still see the snow sitting tight.

It looks nice.