- Bud and I wake up excited that it's a snow day--I didn't even sleep that well waiting for the call, like a mini-Christmas;
- so we go downstairs and play games in the darkness before dawn; he teaches me Shut the Box and Captain's Mistress (like Connect Four) and I practice Mancala;
- we all share hot, homemade sourdough biscuits with honey and butter, plus scrambled eggs and bacon;
- but we can't really clean because the pipe behind the sink/dishwasher has frozen again--only the cold though, so we put the hot fan on it (and 10 hours later, it still hasn't thawed);
- the kids play outside for just a bit--so cold, at 1 degree and -17F windchill;
- Mama works from home with lots of conference calls; in between, she snowblows the drieway;
- the kids and I make thumbprint art;

Bud's Yoda and Grievous; my Ewoks, and Sis's 10th Doctor with the TARDIS and a Slitheen - then we clean the magnetic chalk wall and create a TARDIS in the Time Vortex;

Our TARDIS in the Time Vortex
- we talk to Gommie and Pop, who are "staycationing" at the cabin in central Texas;
- mmmm, Frito chili pie lunch;
- we watch two Doctor Who episodes, including the Shakespeare one (only 2+ months!!!) and the one with the actor from "Merlin";
- Mama takes the kids sledding, cut short by a non-dangerous collision and child upset and embarrassed;
- I get REALLY frustrated at our historic house partners who drive me nuts on average once a tour season and make my blood boil--this time they set the tour dates with the school district without telling me, after I expressly requested a delay of less than week---AGGGGHHHH. Yeah, let's see what teachers come the f***ing day after spring break, a*******. What kind of partnership is that? Where's the respect? It's just so frustrating!!!!
- Then I receive an email regarding a package I never received, the company concluding it was sent--more hassle. But I think they're coming around to make good on it, hopefully.
- so, I walk on my treadmill;
- we had some reading time and, now
- it's piano lesson time!
Busy rest of the week--Brownies, maybe hospice, GS training, first aid class, birthday party, Sunday school teaching, Sunday school teacher meeting--whew.
And yes, my arm is still problematic.
Sending love to Mama Teacher, who has the real flu, poor dear. Get well soon!
It gets worse when your children develop minds of their own!
ReplyDeleteWorse still when your grandchildren start arguing with their parents!
Many of your avid readers will understand.