tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231406077228187738.post4594939305642402997..comments2023-03-29T23:07:00.418-04:00Comments on I CAN DO THIS: It took about 25 inches of snow to really slow down. Phew.TMWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159585389343606325noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231406077228187738.post-741360791645128492010-02-10T20:58:41.203-05:002010-02-10T20:58:41.203-05:00I totally relate to your comments about being a sl...I totally relate to your comments about being a slave to the clock... at least from the teacher's perspective. What I get tired of is the constant planning. How you have to account for every minute of your day! It's so draining. Then I have to come home and plan what I'm going to cook for dinner! Then I have to go to practice and come up with what we're going to do there for an hour! Some days I just want someone to tell ME what to do. So yes, these snow days have been good for all of the mindless nothing that's going on. I haven't done a DAMNED thing. I almost feel guilty about accomplishing nothing, but my brain feels so good right now. Granted, I'm starting to look eerily like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, and my wife even caught me typing "All work and no play makes Gregg a dull boy" at the computer earlier today, but those are small things.Big Gregghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16097892692931516232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231406077228187738.post-84589547325833188512010-02-10T00:38:38.504-05:002010-02-10T00:38:38.504-05:00Ah, I'm thinking back to the really big DC bli...Ah, I'm thinking back to the really big DC blizzard, likely in the late 1950s, that had us out of school and off work for 9 or 10 days. Trudging to church in boots and snowsuits (and steaming through Mass) was an adventure — when the same walk for school would have been torture. I walked to High's in Four Corners one day to bring back a glass gallon of milk, but slipped and broke it on a curb. When I returned to the store teary-eyed to see how much I could buy with my remaining change, the guy gave me a new gallon. Chivalry was not dead! What clearer indication could there be that a big storm removes us from Real Life?Martha in Michiganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01337334262585721896noreply@blogger.com