Remember when you were a kid? And on the last days of school instead of doing anything that resembled schoolwork, you took inventory? And turned in your books? Played mind numbing games to pass those empty last days and hours?
That’s where I am.
Except I’m not in school.
Alternatively titled: (A Rambling and Essentially Incoherent Synopsis of the Last Several Weeks)
Be it ever so humble…
Nine days can seem a lifetime. Quite often, a lifetime is not enough. Time got the better of me. Spring break has come and gone and I miss it already. Oh it was tiring, don’t get me wrong. But in a good way.
The days and weeks leading up to the kids’ week from school were hectic at best. Frantic more aptly describes it.
Tiger Lillies
Last Month We Were Sledding That Hill
AAAARRRR!!!
Now That's Something You Don't See Every Day!
It was a bit overcast today. The wind really wasn’t blowing but then, it didn’t need to.
It was 15 degrees.
Damn the weather and damn the temperatures. There was snow on the ground and we had sledding to do!
Since compiling a list of reasons that I do not particularly care for winters in Ohio would actually read more like a Tolstoy novel, I have chosen a more random, disjointed approach for my little diatribes. I’ll share them as they make their way to the forefront of my mind that way you can feel the angst while it’s fresh.
I suppose the most compelling reason for me to hate Ohio winters is that they are not Louisiana winters. Though I’m not really sure that you can call a winter in Louisiana winter. It’s more like a harsh autumn with a smattering of “it’s almost cold enough for a jacket today”.
