Snow days are gifts from the gods. Kids understand that ... and so do teachers.
They are the holidays which fall into our laps unexpectedly. We awaken to the news on CBC or we get a chain phone call at 6 a.m., or, as was the case this time, we are given a couple of days warning that we are going to be in for a big dump of snow.
Snow days mean that we can't, simply can't, get on with our normal pursuits. We are forced to take a day off from life.
The undone homework is no longer a problem. The pile of essays that has been weighing heavily on my conscience can now be marked because I have been given an uninterrupted period of time in which to mark. And ... if we are not burdened by such guilty concerns ... we can simply go out and play on our snow day.
Yesterday I canceled my Wednesday class and arranged to extend the Saturday class to include lunch, snow shoeing and a restaurant visit.
Now I am free!
This morning I got up at 6:30 as usual, filled some buckets with water "just in case", settled in at the computer with my tea, and, as the light began to dawn was able to watch the snow fall outside my window.
One window faces west into the darkness of the woods, and there the snow just filters steadily down against the darker backdrop. The other looks out on the lake to the north, and there the view is much foggier, a grey expanse against which the white snow is visible only because of its motion. I already feel as if I am snowed in ... trapped ... happily ... in my cozy nest.
I am going to make marmalade chicken breasts, bake banana cake, put the primer coat on the little table and chair, and start reading The Elegance of the Hedgehog which arrived yesterday with three other books and the DVD, Secretariat.
I watched the dvd immediately ... what a lovely break after the last two movies I endured, both about unpleasant dedicated people who left their mark on the world. I seem to prefer a horse who gives his all ... a horse that is all heart ... to people who are all head and no heart.
And maybe I will also go out and play with Kenya ... can't let a snow day be all about work ... even pleasant work like painting and cooking. And Kenya quite literally bounces when I take her out to play these days, and her enthusiasm is infectious.
How are you going to spend your snow day? I hope it will be a special day.