I came home Saturday night. The kids and B left the cottage Friday afternoon, leaving Ivy and I to our own devices. I wanted to stay for one more day, to enjoy the peacefulness of the cottage and do a bit of grading a prep work for the coming week. In reality, I never want to leave the cottage. It is an incredibly relaxing place to be, I’ve always felt that way and I can understand how Grandma Weaver feels when she is there. There is nothing like waking up and sipping coffee looking out onto the lake and just thinking. However, there is a time and place for everything, as I was reminded by my own ‘A season for everything’ post from 2013. Indeed, there is a time and place for everything and Winter Break does come to an end, eventually.
Saturday’s drive home from the cottage was snowy. I made good time to Grand Rapids, just less than three hours even in the light snow. I saw a few cars had slid off the road as the snowfall became stronger. I stopped in outside Grand Rapids to refuel and to take Ivy for a walk. As I was walking back to the car I ran into a lake friend, Tom and his two boys, they had stopped on their way to a ski hill north of Grand Rapids. It was a surprise, for both of us. He warned me of the traffic on the south side of town and I was on my way. The remainder of the drive was – cautious. The snowfall and traffic got thicker and thicker the closer I got to home. The only glitch in the drive home was when Ivy let me know she had to go and I had to find a place to safely pull off the road so she could do her business. She was persistent in her yelping and she did not understand me when I told her we had a couple of miles before I could stop. Once I did, I thought she would never go. Once she did, I put her back in the car and she didn’t make another sound until we pulled into the driveway and she saw B, W, and O. You could tell she was happy to be home.
It snowed the rest of Saturday night and into Sunday morning and afternoon. Then the cold set in. Bone-chilling cold. The kind of cold, which me makes wonder how people survived before well-constructed housing and central heat were able to keep the elements out and the heat in. It wasn’t just the cold, which set in, it was the winds, and they certainly did blow. Sunday morning the temperature was in the twenties then, it dropped into the teens, and then single digits. By nightfall, the temperature had crept below zero and it stayed there. The temperature is currently zero. It should warm up a bit more before the sunsets but the winds have gone and it doesn’t feel as cold as it did Monday. The Weather Channel called the storm Ion. I called it trouble, because it was too cold to be outside for any reasonable length of time. At noon Sunday, we got the call, schools cancelled classes for Monday and the winter holiday continued. Again, around noon on Monday, Tuesday’s classes were called off. Another day of winter break. It also, meant summer break would be two days shorter, as snow or bad weather days are added to the end of the school calendar. Last year we had three weather days – one for snow and the other two for the late April flooding. Thank you Ion.
For now, the winds are gone and I think the kids are hoping for another day to be called, but I don’t think it will happen. The winds have died down and the wind chill is not as bad as it was yesterday, it only feels like -18F.
The only casualty of the cold weather was my car battery and two days of teaching and learning. And, of course, B’s sanity. She can’t wait for school to resume so all of us can return to school and she can get her house back.
In the meantime, winter break lasts one more day. So, I had better jump up, jump in, and seize the day, before it is gone. Today is gonna be a great day. Making the days Count, especially when I have one more day to put off things I SHOULD have already done.
How is the weather in your world? Are you freezing, are you warm, or are you just right?