1. Snow Day
One inch of snow on the ground, and the school district declares a snow day. “Yeah!” yells the Teenager from bed (5:30 in the morning). Be careful what you wish for . . . . at 7 AM, Teenager’s Godmother calls: because the school district declared a snow day, various daycare centers in town also declared a snow day. Yup, Teenager is now babysitting her honorary little sister 🙂
OK, this one is self-inflicted, because just like a banana, I have no backbone. Across-the-street Neighbor uses me as her private seamstress: “Can you fix this zipper? This seam? These sequins?” And yesterday, four buttons on three garments. I was saved from the fifth button on a fourth garment because she couldn’t find the missing button. I was as crabby about all these buttons as I was back in the days of residency and scut work. At least back then I got paid.
3. “Packing for 9 days is pretty difficult.”
Found while patrolling through the Teenager’s Facebook page. I guess she couldn’t possibly wear anything twice (gasp!), let alone three times (dead faint). Clearly this is not someone with whom I could ever travel. I will admit I am thinking of replacing my usual one piece of luggage (a REI book bag) with a similar-sized rolling bag that fits under airline seats — I’m getting old and decrepit, and the shoulders just can’t stand the wear-and-tear anymore. Anyway, I was trolling through eBags.com, and a reviewer remarked that the cabin bag was just the perfect size for cosmetics and toiletries. She obviously belongs to the by-gone era when ladies carried train cases, and porters took care of the rest. The world needs more ruthless packers.
4. The Neighbors
Every street has them: the one house where the owners NEVER shovel the snow — not off the driveway, the walkway, and definitely NOT the sidewalk. They have been here a year and half now, and they have never cleared the snow, whether an inch or a foot. I’m not sure they even own a shovel. So . . . bless their hearts, but they’re from Iowa.
5. Blizzard? What blizzard?
It’s just not crappy enough outside to bother spending the day in bed. How sad is that?