This week, Jess and I were happily snowed in. Two extra days off of school meant that we had a lot of time to hang out together, something we didn’t get to do as often as we would like. We had nice breakfasts, worked on the house, watched movies… what else could you ask for?
Then my boredom set it. This is not insult to Jess, but rather, I’m not a person who is very good at hanging around inside a house for more than just a day. One our second snow day, I decided to break out my camera to entertain myself. In particular, we found the smile sensor on my camera to be quite interesting. Apparently, when it is turned to this setting, when a smile is detected, the camera takes a picture. Most of the time it was accurate, other times it caught pseudo smiles or smiles that weren’t there.
After that novelty wore off, I coaxed Jess into helping me with a project. I took four pictures and with some editing on photoshop I came up with this:
Boredom at it’s semi-productive best.
When taking pictures inside the house and then working on the computer got old, we braved into the snowy cold of Cottage Grove. As we usually do on snow days, we went for a walk just beyond where our house is, up into the hills:
I think that Mother Nature and the weather channel are out to get me. No, not in the mob-style, sleep with the fishes type of way. Rather, they conspire to erode my hope, my resolve, my dreams… of a snow day.On Monday, the heavens opened up around third period dropping massive white chunks of promise of a no-school Tuesday. Yet, by fifth period, the sun was out at full capacity. However, this didn’t deter my hope, I took this as a sign of things to come, plus, the weather channel had been listing Friday morning as a snow/rain mix. My optimistic tendencies took hold of me, whispering in my ear that snow in the morning is going to be at least a two-hour delay. At least.
The last two days have brought below freezing temperatures, but no snow. I was still banking on Friday and in turn a four day weekend. The relative lost ark of teachers. Yesterday, the weather channel upgraded Friday from the snow/rain mix to a pure snow shower–I was at full excitement for my first professional snow day. Get out the toboggan.
This morning brought in even lower temperatures, yet it was horribly dry. The static electricity attacks me with every one of my movements. And then, this morning, the final fate… the weather channel broke my heart. “Partly cloudy on Friday.” We’re going to be within arm’s length of zero degrees and all we can get is a little bit of clouds. What about the cold front bearing down out of the Gulf of Alaska? What about dropping inland snow levels? The snow? The four day weekend? All hogwash.
Even though I know that when I take Moose out into the freezing cold at 5:30 tomorrow, into that frozen morning, with the grass crunching under his paws… I know that under partly cloudy skies, I’ll be at work.
But in the future, when I’m under the blistering summer sun during football practice, when my skin is akin to that of a ripe roma tomato and I pray for those partly cloudy skies to save me from the melanoma-rich sun but I know it’ll never come… where will that partly cloudy day be?
Robbing me of a snow day in February.