School was closed again yesterday.
First the 5:15 am call,
"Start of school is delayed two hours, due to deteriorating weather conditions."
I relayed the message to Emily, to pass along to Laura,
and went back to sleep.
Near 8 am, the second call, no school.
It was a beautiful day yesterday, near 15 degrees.
But, I understand the school business manager's call.
When I picked up Laura and Liam from jazz practice Wednesday night,
they each were bundled head to toe.
But, I watched a stream of youngsters emerge and climb into cars with running engines,
dressed in summer shorts and light jackets.
What are their parents thinking?
The business manager has caved.
Back to the present. At the balaclava store I asked Emily if she thought Laura would wear a balaclava to the bus stop.
"No way in Hell."
So, I purchased just one.
This morning, in the garage, at 7:30 am,
leaving for the ski run.
"Do you have the balaclava?"
"Do you have sunscreen?"
What a difference a week makes in the morning light!
Four inches of snow and a week of really cold weather make the slopes look official.
The sunrise on my way home.
End of shift.
The black above her eyes and down her cheeks is the balaclava.
It covers her chin.
She would not let me buy the one that also went over the nose.
Fast forward to today, the green bandanna came from the bottom of the backpack, and was installed over her nose at first break.