"Chicago looks Great in Snow!" - M. Balandic

OK. I still look forward to a good snow storm. Theres something about the white snow softly falling and giving everything a crisp clean look.

Theres the thought of the school closing and getting a day off you didn't expect. The dream of snowball fights and sledding, ending in a cup of hot chocolate.

Maybe your mind wanders to sitting in front of a fireplace reading a book.

Or even more to being with the person you love, snuggling up against the wind and snow.

So I ask myself then why, today when the snow is falling and it is piling up on the window pane outside, am I cleaning cabinets and rearranging my kitchen? Shouldn't I be outside in the brisk, cold, late December air? Wouldn't I be better served by enjoying a book that I have been longing to read and sipping on hot chocolate? Shouldn't I at least sleep in a little late?

It is then that the ugly head of adulthood raises up and reminds me that I have certain responsibilities that I must deal with. I now have a house to maintain, children still living under my roof, and of course a wife to keep happy. The dreams of running in the snow, dodging snowballs, or reading a book take a backseat to the things that adults have to do.

Maybe its a sign of growing up that I take pleasure in seeing my cabinets clean with all the spice bottles in a row, not in alphabetical order, I haven't gone that far in to the realm of adulthood. Throwing out the old things that were half used or would never be used. Finding things I had put away and forgotten and now look forward to making them.

Maybe its that my clean cabinets remind me of the fresh snow sitting outside on my window pane. Right now they have a crisp clean look to them. It seems as if there is an unlimited number of things that can be done with or to them.

In truth I think that my clean cabinets are like the fresh snow. They are both clean, they are both in a state of newness, and they are both waiting for me to come and play in them.

Is it over Yet?

I know everyone thinks teaching is so easy, or so hard, but you get all this time off!
Well in the last two days I have put 14 hours into a project, ( sure its a Christmas present for my in laws, who are great. I don't have to say that they don't read blogs that I know of.) but also spent the last 3 1/2 hours on the kitchen really cleaning the frig. Most of the main household people, be they women or men, are now saying "Now you know what it like!"
Well I was a house husband for 16 years and the primary care giver for my 3 sons and I don't remember it being this hard.
As a great man once said when told he was getting old . . .
" its not the age, its the mileage" I. Jones
Only 9 more days and I can go back to doing the easy things. Working with high school students.