The Snow Day Dilemma.


It’s here.

The first Snow Day of the year.

You might be asking (or not) why is “Snow Day” capitalized.

Good question (or not). 

Because the Snow Day is a sacred event that must always be treated with the highest respect.

One does not want to anger the Snow Day Gods.  If you do there may not be another.He's Asleep.  He's Always Asleep.

And none of us want that.

This is why it is important to never ever anticipate the Snow Day.  Even if our friend Jim Cantore at the Weather Channel is calling for 97 feet of snow overnight (and high winds which as you know can cause blowing and drifting), always act like you will have school the next day.

Go to bed at the regular time, iron your clothes, and pack your lunch.

To repeat:  I can’t stress this strongly enough… never ever take the Snow Day for granted.

The Snow Day knows where you live and doesn’t take disrespect kindly.

The Snow Day ranks right up there with the Big 2.  Summer and Christmas Vacations.

You could make the argument that the Snow Day is the grandest of all these school events because it is unexpected, but that is a whole different blog.

So now that the Snow Day has arrived, school has been cancelled, and I’ve been up since the wee hours, I am left with the Snow Day Dilemma.

Really it’s a riddle.

A riddle wrapped in a conundrum.

Surrounded by a giant vat of enigma.

Or something like that.

Here’s my dilemma.  Should I stay up the rest of the morning and take a Snow Day Nap this afternoon or should I go back to bed for the Snow Day Sleep In?

Decisions, decisions.

They said being a superintendent would be challenging, but I had no idea I would face these types of difficult situations.

It’s almost like I can’t win.

Stay up and I feel groggy.

Go back to bed and I’m a lazy piece of crap.

It’s not easy being me.

Maybe I should ask Buddy the Dog.

He just woke up from his 12 hour overnight snooze fest.  He does his best thinking when he’s well rested.

And as you know, I go to Buddy for help with all of my big educational questions.

Whoops, too late.

He’s already asleep in what is sure to be his first of 6 naps today (he was up for less than 7 minutes… I wish I was kidding).

While you can (and should) make the argument that he’s not overly ambitious, you have to admit… he knows how to make a decision.

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The Weather is Too Nice to Blog.


I’m taking the day off from blogging.  Laying (lying… whatever) low.  Going incognito if you will.

It’s the weekend and I deserve some time off (plus my garage is a mess and Buddy is starting to complain about his unsanitary living conditions).I Don't Cantore Would Wear a Stocking Cap in San Diego.  But I Can Hope.

At least for today, no sitting at Larry the Laptop and trying to blog about something amusing and/or entertaining (often failing miserably, but you have to admire my effort).

Where I live the weather is perfect.  Sunshine, no wind, and 72 degrees.  In my part of the world, that’s pretty good for early November.  Actually, that’s pretty good wherever you live.

Ok who am I kidding?  This type of weather has only happened twice in this part of the US…and one of those times I missed it because I was on vacation!  Undoubtedly, I was sitting somewhere really HOT watching the Weather Channel only to find out it was perfect weather where I live.  I HATE THAT!

Of course, if you are reading this in San Diego you probably don’t understand why this is a big deal.

Of course, if you are in San Diego please realize the rest of us hate you.

Why my anger towards San Diegans?

Because I watch the Weather Channel for 2 reasons.

One, to see if my state is going to get hammered by some sort of once every 100 years weather event.  And two, to see what other part of the country is going to get hammered (if the map is dark purple over your town… that’s not good).

San Diego never comes up in these reports.

Not once have I seen Jim Cantore (maybe I have a man crush… maybe I don’t) standing on a pier in San Diego wearing a free Weather Channel parka about to get blown 40 miles into the ocean. 

To review, if you live within 100 miles of San Diego, I hate you because you never feel weather suffering (or I am extremely jealous… I get these two confused).

This brings me back to no blogging.

I have the garage to deal with.  The Weather Channel to watch (have to see who is about to get crushed!!).

I also need to mow my yard for the last time (this is the 4th time I’ve mowed it for the last time… what’s a guy have to do to get a good hard frost???).

Buddy the Dog also needs a bath.  He’s not that dirty, but I live in fear that his next cleaning could be his last until mid-June.

He is going to be one ripe beagle after playing in the snow for the next 4 months (and I also anticipate… quite tired).

Normally, I try to blog at least 3 times a week.

This is my tried and true method of getting readers.  It’s a little something I like to call “Quantity over Quality.”

3 a week equals roughly 10-12 a month.  My odds of getting one “not terrible” entry is pretty good.

Today, under normal circumstances, I would have slopped together something about one of the following:  Swine Flu (ready made for sarcasm), the ever increasing unemployment rate (I thought when I voted for you Mr. President this was supposed to go down…), the impending financial crises of 2010 in education (always a ton of laughs in this material), or maybe the Health Care Bill (what could possibly go wrong with a trillion dollar program when the government is in charge???).

But not today.

No blog.

No sarcasm.

Just chores (but at least the sun is shining).

So if you stopped by to read something educationally related or borderline humorous, I apologize.

Maybe next time.

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