On our way into town midday Monday–the snow remnants from Saturday’s storm hadn’t yet dissipated, so I had the day off–we passed a biker looking rather regal in his purple biking outfit. He was checking his watch, and not in any little discreet sort of way, but again and again, looking at it.
We stopped at the post office to mail off our tax paperwork (a snow-day sort of thing to do). Even though it was 1:28 and I could hear the workers banging around inside, I jiggled the locked door only gently and took a few deep breaths, hoping that they would remember to open back up after their 12:15-1:30 lunch break.
They did, finally, and we continued on into town, again passing the biker who was again checking his watch rather ferociously.
We made a couple stops, at the lumber store for closet-building supplies, the farm coop for gardening seeds, and were nearing the grocery store when we saw a runner (Can you guess what she was doing?) checking her watch.
Usually I end up checking the computer more than a clock, especially in this time of tumultuous weather. (Actually, schools around here close if it’s too cloudy, sometimes it seems, anyway.)
Monday night’s weather-from-Saturday payoff was an announced two-hour delay Tuesday, but when I saw the weather forecast of more snow Tuesday afternoon, I had a good feeling. Sure enough, Tuesday I had the whole day to build a lot of closet, play with N, and make pizza.
And last night, in the midst of the ongoing winter storm warning and falling inches of snow, they called off school for today.
And there’s more snow predicted on Friday–as in 3-6 inches, through the day.
Closet, here I come!
