If I'd known it was going to snow this much I would have bought some boots.
The forecast was for less than an inch. From the looks of Yard Kitty, we got considerably more than that.
I was not prepared.
So it's a Snow Day, and the neighborhood kids are happy. I see them trudge up the street with their sleds, on their way to the hill overlooking the old lock and dam. One little boy pulls a white plastic laundry basket with a rope. Resourceful.
Power is out all over the city, including most of the houses in our neighborhood, but ours is so far unaffected. Either it's a miracle, or that charm I placed on our little bungalow last year when we went on vacation is more powerful than I realized.
Next door my neighbor wrestles with a generator. He and a friend pulled a little red wagon down the block to retrieve the generator from the friend's house; with all the fallen branches it was easier than driving. He has already lit a fire in his fireplace. He invited us to come over and share the warmth. I felt almost guilty telling him my furnace is still operating.
The day's plans are tossed aside for a snowball fight and digging the van out of a drift. We'll return soon enough to our regularly scheduled lives, and so will all the neighborhood kids. But for the time being -- through the end of the week, at least -- it looks like we're all unschoolers.
Everybody say Amen.