Snow Day - No School!

When the phone rang yesterday morning at 5:30, the news had to be good. Predicted the previous evening, the meteorologist was correct. After a night of sleeting rain, the roads were thickly covered in sheets of ice and no child, regardless of their age, could safely venture forth from the cave. "The college is closed due to the ice," the voice said. "I'm sorry to wake you, but there is no school today." Sorry to wake me? Who doesn't wake up with a smile on their face at the sound of those two little words, No School? You can call me every morning and happily awaken me, I thought. Chicagoland was hit by another ice storm and outcome was treacherous, or delightful, depending on one's perspective.

The roads were icy. The sidewalk was far too icy to retrieve the newspapers the paper companies had promised would always be delivered to the door -- except today. An inch of ice covered the walk and steps. Perfect day for Yak Trax, yet any news worth hearing would be on NBC's Today Show.


A snow day is a gift, an extra day in the week you hadn't dared to think of until the phone call. A snow day should be spent in complete recreation, enjoying, relaxing, sitting in a bubble bath, eating bon-bons, reading a book. This gift day was spent in a somewhat creative manner: an apple pie was made, icy photos were taken, essays were read and graded, gifts were wrapped, and HGTV was enjoyed again and again. Soon it was dinner time and beef stew made on Sunday was on the menu at this restaurant. The pre-made meal only made this snow day truly a gift.
Photo attribution: somewhatfortyplus