My quest for the normal school week continues. Owen was home with a bad cold Thursday and Friday of last week. By this afternoon, he was picking fights with the Little Emperor, so I knew he was well enough for school tomorrow. The Little Emperor missed some days of school week before last. (I think it was week before last: they all run together.) I know I'm not exaggerating when I say that we have had fewer so-called normal, full school weeks since mid-December than we've had weeks with some disruption or other, either for weather, or illness, or scheduled days off. And this coming week is the last one before spring break. Spring break which, inexplicably, includes the Monday after the weekend that should be the end of break. I rant about this every year, and yet, nothing has changed!
I'm not going to whine about the interminable winter. In the spring of 1993, while we were living way up on South Hill, south of Ithaca NY, about 1000 feet above downtown, we had so much snow that, for the first time ever in my life, I had that urge to go somewhere warm by mid-March. I didn't actually go, but I got the urge. It started with the Blizzard of '93 which shut down the entire northeast for several days. I think we got about 30 inches of snow in that storm. As February and March progressed along, we just kept getting hit: another 8 inches, another 10 inches, a piddling little 6 inches, and so on. By mid April our driveway was a narrow canyon bordered by 7' walls of snow. We lived on a fairly quiet rural road, so we were able to get out of the driveway safely, but it was still an act of faith. So, while this has been bad by Wisconsin standards, I've lived through worse. Of course I was younger then... Last spring we actually went somewhere warm for spring break. That was the first time in my life I ever did that. The only time. It might happen again sometime, if the stars align just right so that money and circumstances collide in just that perfect way.
So, since I last brought up circumstances with The Garter Belt, the site has gone back online. I'll be continuing to add new patterns to my blog as they become available and also adding to TGB when possible. There's still a lot of uncertainty in the air.
As for new patterns, well, I made a great start on writing up Sloane last week before the crap all hit the fan. My goal this week, before I'm launched headlong into spring break with my kids, is to get that finished and available. This means no children are allowed to be sick. I am not allowed to be sick. No big nasty surprises should descend from the internet and pull my energy away.
And I think our high temps will be above freezing the entire coming week! Now that's something to celebrate.
6 comments:
Ick...I'm facing Spring Break next week after a week of kids home sick from school...so we are trench-buddies!
Here's hoping for no new illness this week!
Yes, let us celebrate warmer temperatures (and **Spring** starts in ten days!) Cheers!
Good luck with your resolution for your family to all be well! That's been such a wild card here this Winter, too!
Ooo, yay, Spring Break means lighter traffic. Right now though I'm just imagining 7' walls of snow...ahhhhh....
Does the additional Monday mean they have the day after Easter off? That may be why, unless it's a week early, in which case they're just trying to torture you.
I didn't know you'd lived on South Hill (I grew up in Ithaca). I started wanting to go somewhere warm in winter till I spent the fall semester in Russia (and the so-called spring semester in new England). That made for a long winter!
Argh! You glass half full people. sheesh! Sorry, I still haven't gotten over my rant yesterday! :-) I remember one storm we had in Maine where my car was completely buried-outta sight style! I thought it was cool and shoveled with enthusiasm. God, I was so young then! Hope everyone gets back on their feet at your house! Looking forward to seeing the Sloan pattern!
Yah, this isn't the worst at all. It did melt down a couple of times and so we never had all that much on the ground at once. We haven't had a really big storm in years and years. I don't understand the high levels of bitching. It ain't over yet! I don't get the urge to go somewhere warm.
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