I’m safely at home right now, enjoying the beginnings of my non-denominational seasonal special days break, and here comes the blizzard.
I’m thinking we’re in for a white Christmas this year . . . . #
Blizzard
Bud the Teacher
Inquiry & Reflection for Better Learning
I’ll help you shovel if you come help me shovel. My driveway gets all the drifts in the neighborhood . . .
I’m working on it. My driveway’s north facing — and the wind’s blowing this way — I might never get out of here again.
Lucky you. By the time that storm gets to Ohio, we’ll have a drippy, wet, rainy, grey Christmas. Bah, humbug. I’ll have to look for my holiday spirit elsewhere. The eggnog, perhaps!