What a waste of a perfectly good blizzard.
I’m almost halfway through Winter Break.
After spending the last few days in New York with the family, we escaped what may become a major blizzard that is anticipated to drop as much as a foot and a half of snow on the city.
New York schools are closed anyway tomorrow, so there will be no Snow Day.
What a waste of a perfectly good blizzard.
As the storm followed closely behind us, Anne and I spent the day heading north up the Taconic Parkway then over to Stockbridge, Mass and then up route 7 to Vermont.
A foot of snow falling outside a sweet Vermont inn is very different from a foot of snow on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn. Or Logan Square in Chicago.
No sidewalk to shovel. No salt to spread. No traffic. No worry about a parking space.
Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow.
This was all just to let you know I’m still here and will be back to more serious blogging soon.
But just not now. Not just yet.
Shhhh. Hear it falling?
Spoken like a TRUE school teacher. We’re on break and the snow is coming down in Philly like mad. “What waste of a blizzard”- you crack me up. We have a culture all our own.
The only thing better than sleeping in on a Monday, with snow piled outside, would be doing it in a cozy spot, far from home… Enjoy!
Jonathan