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Snow Day

January 17, 2007

It snowed in Portland, man.A "Once-A-Winter-And-The-Town-Goes-To-Pot" kind of thing. A crippled city. Bumper cars on black ice streets. Gotta enjoy it while it's on the ground. Couple more degrees and it'll be gone. Our dilemna.- - - -Something we thought about today, as we stood in the snow out back watching Gary do his dirty deeds: Snow Days as a kid.Aw, Gaylord cancelled! And Mancelona! Even East Jordan. What about us?There was nothing–absolutely nothing-as good as a snow day off from school. The best. Sighs of relief. Anticipation. Fingers crossed for states of emergency and disaster areas concerning Old Man Winter and the lake-effect cards he was dealing Northern Michigan.Please say "Central Lake Public Schools."I remember being so tired, getting ready for school on a any given day. Not on a snow day, though. No way. It was as if that little ticker on the tv announcing the cancellations was a mainlined shot of pure awesomeness, cuz, as soon as the Snow Day was announced, I'd be going over what I wanted to do for the day off. Sledding? Fort building? TV? Legos? Drawing?"There it is! The official announcement. Bellaire fell. Ellsworth! And us!"I remember coming in from a long morning playing in the snow and the elements, to a hearty lunch made by my mom. Cold fingers and runny noses. Wet hair. Ill-fitting boots. Mismatched gloves. The best. I remember all this. I hold it very close to me.And, you still had the rest of the afternoon to slay before it got dark.

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