Okay, I’m up; I’m up

To be accurate, I have been up since I took Alison to work and I am still up, although sitting. On these cold winter nights I have taken to visualizing myself in a rustic cabin out in the woods with a big fire going (in the fireplace). Yes, I realize you have to suspend disbelief. Who started the fire? Who is keeping it going? Do fire nymphs really exist?

But, anyway, I’m lying there under my blanket which I see as two or three piled-up quilts  and the fire is going  . . . and I think of switching my mind channel from that scene to the car waiting for me in the driveway. Oh, you should hear the gears smash against each other.

Come to think of it, though, indoor plumbing helps the transition somewhat.

Dual school membership

Some people have dual citizenship -and I am swallowing the pun about the duel in may cause in a family, oops, choked on it instead. Anyway, I believe Summer would like to have the option to attend whichever school she preferred on a particular day. For instance, we are north of the snow and Der Bingle struggled back to Fairborn in a strong snowstorm. The interstate was a mess and other roads were horrible and at times, his tires were making tracks in snow that was falling so fast it kept the roadway looking white and untravelled.

He called when he arrived and said there were about 150 school delays and closings. Summer would like to claim his school district tomorrow. But, alas, it is school for her here. However, I know there will be schools closed when Fort Wayne runs its regional list tomorrow morning. Will I hear, “Why does the south get all the snow?” Probably.

A few years ago – very few by my 61 year gauge – she announced everyday: “This is the worst day of my life.” I’d say that phase and phrase period lasted longer than the hostages were in Iran. Well, brace yourself for the morning; the school delay/closing envy phase is going strong.