Six inches. That's it. A whopping 15 centimetres of snow brought P-town to a halt yesterday. As a Canadian and former Montrealer, I couldn't help but chuckle. An automated phone call at 5:30 a.m. announced that all schools were closed. Needless to say, the girls were delighted by the phenomenon. Not once in five years were Geneva schools closed due to weather. Then again, Geneva never got much snow.
We passed the day shovelling and playing in the snow, sipping hot chocolate and doing all the things we could think of with the surprise gift of eight uncommitted hours. We even exploded the odd volcano courtesy of Emma's third grade science project and listened to the beginning of The Magic Flute. By seven-thirty that night the girls were in bed and I was hot on their heels. I doubt I read more than a sentence or two of Savvy before I felt my eyes droop.
Snow days...they're a killer.
As a Bsotonian I used to love snow days but we are talking real snow, feet not inches. My daughter had it easy waiting for B for Boston rather than R for Reading where I grew up. I remember crawling back into bed with host chocolate and donuts usually joined by our German Shepherd. There's snow in DC and my daughter scoffs at the panic a dusting can call. We northerns are hardy people.c
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had a fun day! Up here where it really snows the buses sometimes get cancelled but i still send the boys walking as the school stays open. A snow day would be fun for a change maybe I'll let them stay home next time. But then they may insist on that going forward so perhaps that's not such a good idea.
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