Yesterday, instead of going to daycare and working, my son and I:
– frolicked in the snow
– marvelled at its relentlessness when all signs of shovelling were obliterated after an hour
– waited for my brother to say he’d arrived safely in Toronto
– built an elaborate railway only to dismantle it after the bridge fell down 15 times in as many minutes
– chanted “Pease Porridge Hot” approximately 50 times
– made cookies
– and played a game based on this book (which my mother-in-law found at a jumble sale, and which is utterly charming):
I didn’t know it until yesterday but writers, like kids, get snow days. Another reason to call it the finest job on earth! What did you do in the snow?
P.S. I’ve done a short interview for Kingstonist. My interviewer was Caitlin Fralick, a public librarian, which feels like an all-round win.
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