It is really coming down — and sometimes sideways. There are maybe seven inches of snow on the ground. Driven snow encrusts the screens on the kitchen windows; we can’t see the birdfeeders only six feet away. MnDOT has asked Minneapolis residents to curtail unnecessary travel, Mark reported when he called me from his car (me: Why are you calling me while you are driving?!? him: I’m only going two miles an hour!) to suggest that I stay home.
The original plan for the day was busier than usual:
8:00 get kids up
9:00 leave for music class
10:15 drive to Melissa’s, about 20 minutes into the suburbs
1:30 drive to a different suburb for Oscar’s class at a nature center
3:30 come home
Now it looks like we’ll be home all day, unless it clears up by early afternoon and the nature center isn’t closed. I wonder, should we do schoolwork and housework as we might if it were Tuesday (one of my at-home days), or should I say "Snow day!" and let Oscar sleep in, turn on cartoons, make canned soup and hot chocolate, for lunch, maybe send them out galumphing in the heavy, wet, springtime snow until they come back in soaked to the skin?
Maybe a little bit of both. If I can find any mittens, that is.
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