The Grind

What? Rising at the usual hour and working a full day, five days a week?

There must be some mistake!

Now about that 61 degrees in February...

Freewriting

"We can write about anything, right?" asked a student the other day when I introduced the new daily free-writing assignment.

"Anything," I assured her.

"Then I'm going to write about that!" she pointed out the window and up. "What is it anyway?"

I looked at the skeleton of the elementary school being built in our former parking lot. "The school?" I tried. She shook her head. "Those big wooden beams wrapped in plastic?"

"No! Those white things in the sky! There were only 2 before, but now there are six."

I looked up, way up. Six bright white contrails scored the brilliant blue sky. "Do you really not know what those are?" I asked with wonder. 

I could tell by her face that she did not. 

"They're airplanes," I explained. "It's so cold that their exhaust freezes and leaves a thin cloud behind them."

"But I see them in summer, too," she replied.

"They are miles above us!" I said. "It's always cold up there."

She was silent. We looked at the sky together. I was thinking of all the hundreds of people aboard those flights, wondering where they were going and why. I don't know what she was thinking, but I hope she wrote about it.

Good for What Ails Ya

Sometimes it's easy to focus on the inconvenience and, let's be honest, expense of having a dog. Arrangements have to be considered before spending any significant time away from the house; quality food and veterinary care are pricey. Plus, when your dog is young and energetic, she needs considerable exercise, every day.

It was this last condition that brought us to the dog "gym" at noon today. It was too cold and muddy for Lucy to play anywhere else, so Heidi arranged a crew of three of her canine buddies to meet us down there for open hours. The place is really nothing more than a cavernous industrial space with inexpensive agility equipment, rubber mats thrown on the floor, a couple of skylights punched into the 25 foot steel roof, and whitewashed cinder block walls with colorful frolicking dogs stenciled upon them, but the joy that being there gives Lucy is contagious. Watching her literally leap and bound and bounce and pounce, tail up and tongue out, is a warm remedy for any cold, muddy day.

Imagined Life

Yesterday I had an appointment at home at 3, which forced me to dash out the door along with the students a little after the last bell of the day. At 3:30, when the serviceman was finished, I started dinner. Josh and a couple of his friends were coming over at 6, and I made a hearty vegetable and shrimp posole and baked a cranberry cake with caramel glaze and whipped cream. Next, I vacuumed and set the table, then laid a fire to start a little later. Soon it was time to go get Heidi from school, so I bundled Lucy into the car, and she bounced around the frozen fields outside our building for 20 minutes or so. On the way home, we got a text from our neighbor, and ended up inviting her over for dinner, too. It was a lovely evening, enjoyed, I think, by all, and as we loaded the last of the dessert plates into the dishwasher, I couldn't help but wonder what else in the world I could accomplish if I left school every day at my contract time.

Matrilineal

I called my mom in Minnesota yesterday to see how she was faring in the sub-zero temperatures brought in by the Polar Vortex. At 5 PM CST, it was -20 degrees, and Mom was just finishing up on a call from my sister and niece. "Annabelle's disappointed it's not -70," she laughed. "Even with the wind chill it's only -35."

"You're such a Minnesotan!" I marveled when she told me she had gone out the day before to get her nails done. "What did you wear?"

"Layers," she reported, "and my coat is really good. I pull the collar up around my ears."

"Wait!" I said. "You didn't wear a hat?"

"I can't! It messes up my hair," she told me.

I thought of my mom this morning when it was 9 degrees here, and I did put on a hat to take the dog out. As I stood all toasty and warm on the hill at the back of our complex, a neighbor drove by on her way to work. Pausing in the parking lot, she rolled down the window. "I know it must be cold if you're wearing hat!" she said.

Chillin

The sun was brilliant and almost warm as it cut through the 20 degree air at nine o'clock this morning.  My step was light, and, well-prepared against the elements in cashmere scarf, mittens, and sun glasses, I admired the icy blue of the cloudless sky and the icy clouds of my breath as I walked toward school. No Polar Vortex here, yet, just a cold day in January, the kind that makes me happy to be alive and outside.

We'll see what tomorrow brings.

Just Doing My Part

With slushy snow expected later this afternoon and plummeting temperatures overnight, our district called an audible and scheduled an early release for today. Students and most staff left the building an hour and 20 minutes ago leaving me in the quiet of my classroom to look over a few things for the lessons tomorrow and later this week, send a couple of emails, and work on finalizing the Quarter 2 grades that are due at midnight. I've let it be known that I don't expect to be here tomorrow, but my friend Mary said the best way to insure that the weather cooperates is to be ready to go; Leaving things undone with the presumption of a snow day always backfires, so here I am.