Snow Days: A Report

Tuesday I pedaled home from school with no dog interference and excited about supper. I’d planned to–and did–bake three pounds of burger into patties. We ate some of them for supper that night:

But that meal wasn’t the only item on the excitement agenda for the week. Last week I’d heard rumors of a storm that was guaranteed to hit us, and Wednesday morning played out nature’s goodness that let me sleep in, mosey about for a while, do a little house remodeling work, and delve into renewing our home owners’ insurance which, I found under “Perils We Insure Against,” does not cover anything related to pretty much anything homeowner related.

For example: “We do not pay for loss caused by any of the following: … faulty, inadequate, or defective: a) planning, zoning, development, surveying, siting; b) design, specifications, workmanship, repair, construction, renovation, remodeling, grading, compaction; c) materials used in repair, construction, renovation, or remodeling; or d) maintenance; of part or all of any property on or off the residence premises.”

What’s left to lose, pray tell?

While doing my “office work,” I also called our credit card company to see if our card could be made eligible for any of the benefits–cash back, etc.–that are so politely advertised by other cards. No dice.

Since cancellation of school today was announced last night, M and I stayed up “late” to watch Zorba the Greek, who is responsible for some great lines: “You have to admit, boss. It is big. But she shakes it well”; “Listen. God, who is a clever devil, today put in your hands a gift from paradise”; and, “They say that age kills the fire inside of a man. That he hears death coming. He opens the door and says, ‘Come in. Give me rest.’ That is a pack of old damn lies! I’ve got enough fight in me to devour the world. So I fight.”

Today, then, found me burning the year’s brush pile, ordering a shock collar with remote for our dear but disorderly dog, and making supper: a few more of the burgers specially placed to bottom out our mashed potatoes (I made plenty, ’cause I wanted extra…not sure I exactly wanted five quarts of leftovers):

Now, with school already called off for tomorrow, I think M and I will finish off the peach cobbler she made, and then maybe I’ll stay up late (until 9:30?) working on the letter I’m writing to my so-typical insurance provider pleading for reimbursement for our planned home birth this summer.