The general consensus is that we might as well enjoy our snow days, even if we are going to have to make them up. So... I did.
I've been reading some old, old favorites. (I left my current reads on my desk at school.) I haven't read Heidi for years. It was a childhood favorite. I also started I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings. I was fortunate enough to hear Maya Angelou speak. It was a long time ago. Before she became a staple on "Oprah" or read her poem for President Clinton's inauguration.
Yesterday the sun came out. It was beautiful. In fact, as I was scooping snow and later on my walk with Baxter--all I could think about was skiing. I could have been on slope and ready to ride the lift. It was the combination of snow, cold, sun, and the smell of the air.
Baxter and I walked to K's house. We took the long way around. And how Baxter loves the snow!
I had no idea how to get the ice off of him. I tried brushing. Nope. I tried drying him with a towel. No dice. I knew if I just let him "melt" that I was going to have a gallon or two of water in my house. I finally filled the tub with lukewarm water and gave him a bath. I had to keep adding warm water because the ice on Baxter cooled the water rather quickly. He didn't like it, but it worked.
He spent the late afternoon dozing, and I have to confess to taking a short nap, too.
Today, I am headed back to school. And I can be really glad that I'm not going back to this:
The sun is supposed to be out all day today. I wonder if it will melt the snow off of our roof on Easy Street?
And back to school we go.