Not all school days called off for inclement weather are justified. I suppose it’s a bit of a guessing game for the deciders, and I’m guessing “guessing” isn’t one of requirements listed in the job descriptions for my school system’s director of transportation or school board members, for that matter.
But today, snow day number two, was in every way a necessity.
Yesterday, number one, was also legit, by nature of the good guesswork involved. Snow didn’t start falling until well after the day was canceled, but by midday our road was well covered.
Last night, then, today was called off even before we spent two evening hours in the dark with no electricity. We finished eating by candlelight the pizza I’d made, the shoofly cake in the oven sat half-baked until the lights flickered back on, and we huddled around the wood stove and stayed just toasty.
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| Is she looking at the pictures? Nope, the words–of a Spanish Gift of the Magi. |
The roads are looking clearer now, but this morning’s bus runs would’ve had some iffy spots, for sure.
Besides, this was the last day of school before two weeks of Christmas vacation, and the current director of transportation–my former principal–surely knew that busing kids to school for a solitary educational attempt between the year’s first sledding fiesta and two weeks of freedom would result in zero teaching.
