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*points to the calendar* See that? March 22. You have officially over-stayed your welcome.
YAAAHHHH! BIDGE! YAHHHH!
I couldn’t sleep last night. At all. I laid in my bed and tossed and turned, but couldn’t sleep. Came back down stairs at 3am to my computer hoping some screen time would make me drowsy. Nope. Went back upstairs just after 4am and tossed and turned some more. Finally, sometime after 5am, I went to sleep.
A phone call at 530am woke me up.
“This is the Superintendent of ________ Schools, calling to inform all parents that there will be no school due to the snow storm. Thank you and have a nice day.”
I expected that call. Snow had been falling hard all night with high winds that caused the snow to fall horizontally (think on that for a second). When I had last looked out the window there was well over 6 inches of snow on the ground and more coming to join it. So the phone call wasn’t a surprise. The fact that it came at 530am was. I shot a text message to my husband (who was at work), giving him the heads up that school was closed, so he knew to expect her to be home all day.
Back to sleep.
“Mama, I’m hungry. Can we go downstairs and get something to eat?”
I opened my eyes and squinted at my clock. 745am. My daughter doesn’t know the meaning of “sleep in”. I had yet to tell her that there was no school. I didn’t want to hear her whining about wanting to go (if it weren’t for the fact that I was fully awake and pretty much undrugged when I had her, I’d swear she wasn’t my kid) . I plead for a few more minutes. And that’s all I got. Sniffling with a runny nose (that she refuses to blow unless forced), my daughter pestered me every two minutes until I hauled my ass out of bed at 8am.
Two and a half hours of (interrupted) sleep. And it’s a snow day.
Ok…it’s not summer. Far from it in fact. But today was unusually warm for the beginning of March.
Last month was one of the coldest February’s on record. It’d snow for days and be mild. Then it’d warm a bit and melt, and then, over night, the temp would drop and it’d snow again, this time with icy, bitter winds that made the snow feel like tiny razors shredding you millimeter by millimeter. And just under that hard snow would be a thick layer of ice from the previous day’s thaw. This was pretty much the way all of February went. Week after week.
So imagine my surprise when I stepped outside to take my daughter to school and it was warm. Not just warm, but really warm. Warm enough to melt the nearly three feet of snow piled up on my lawn turning it into something resembling a marsh. Because we live in a pretty hilly area, all this melting snow made long rivers flowing from one end of our complex to the other. For all the dirt and grime associated with city life, it was actually kind of pretty.
The breeze was the best part of all of it. It was a warm, silken breeze. The kind that just nudged against you and made you want to just walk and walk and walk…It was the kind of breeze that heralded the coming of Spring (PLEASE GOD LET IT BE HERALDING THE COMING OF SPRING!), tinted with the slightly damp, musty smell that comes after the earth has thawed and softened and is getting ready to release its new life. I walked slowly on my way back home, not really wanting to go into the house and leave the beautiful day behind closed doors.
The oddest part of today wasn’t the fact that it topped out at 52ºF, but the fact that, on our way to school, my daughter and I saw a fat opossum waddle across someone’s lawn. Possums are pretty common around here (like raccoons and skunks and squirrels), however seeing one in the middle of the day isn’t. Possums, for those that don’t know, are nocturnal. Initially I mistook it for a stray cat, not really wanting to believe that there was a possum out in the open at noon. But there it was, plain as day, ambling across a lawn and under someone’s car where it watched us pass cautiously.
I have to admit, I have never seen a living possum. Around here they end up as roadkill pretty often, especially when the weather warms and mating season starts. But that possum was sort of cute. In a weird, rat-like, disease carrying scavenger sort of way. They’re somewhat attractive little beasties when they aren’t smushed and lying prone near a curb.