the two hour delay
Sometimes they don't want to close school but the streets are bad and instead they opt for a two hour delay in opening. This is generally the worst of all possible options for the working parent. How do you put in an 8 hour day with 2 hours of commuting when you have to hang around waiting to put a youngling on the bus...and then pick him up at the normal time?
But today my uni is also opening two hours late. So I'm sitting around in my robe, drinking hot tea, and waiting for the sun to rise. I can see the ice sparkling on the trees in the streetlights. It'll be a blaze of glory if it's sunny, and all gone by midday higher temperatures and possibly rain. A temporary glory.
Next year my little one will be heading off to middle school. Going to the bus by himself (probably) and coming home on the bus (no after school options here any more). My time will be a little more my own. My big boy will be driving (not to school) and we'll be looking at his leaving home in another couple of years. Assuming the college fund is adequate.
The quiet is almost intimidating. I used to get up and write, and there's some impetus this morning to do that. Or at least continue the posting of Sisters. But there is also the desire to stretch out the morning, to pretend the day won't start, to live in the space between the ticking of the clock. Time is what I dream of these days. Time and warmer weather :)
I was listening to some blather on NPR about 'movies/books/tv that affected my LIFE'. The person (author? cook? no idea) who was speaking talked about the British movie Shirley Valentine. Now I'm a Pauline Collins fan from way back (back to Upstairs, Downstairs the original and No, Honestly) and I remember that movie. I want to see it again. It's proving a bit hard to find. Maybe I'll finally try out that PAL Reg 2 option on my fancy DVD player.
I'm in the home stretch with War and Peace, 300 pages more or less to finish. Still too much war :) But I like the person Pierre has become. I'm hoping all the ships will fall into line but not sure I trust Tolstoy for a happy ending. Over the hump with the audio of Rebecca too. I skipped the portions with the fancy dress ball. My embarrassment squick proved too much for me. The fascinating thing about the first person narration is hearing it now (versus when I was a teenager reading it) I can see how unreliable she is. She's missing clues right and left! I do not remember catching all this nuance back in the day. Is that a function of my age or the format?
Yesterday at work, a long day at work, with a long after work Open House at the middle school and an aching back staved off with mega doses of naprosyn, I was desperate to distract myself and found that Librivox has an app! It worked very well for me and I happily listened to a dramatic reading of Dracula. The girl who's reading Mina has a lovely voice. I think I listen to more books than I read these days. I will purchase the thing to avoid ads and support the cause.
The sky is lightening but it's also starting to rain. No ice castles for me. I hear alarms going off and being silenced. Soon #2 will be up (he always gets up at the same time every day). Then time will start again. Tick, tock.
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But today my uni is also opening two hours late. So I'm sitting around in my robe, drinking hot tea, and waiting for the sun to rise. I can see the ice sparkling on the trees in the streetlights. It'll be a blaze of glory if it's sunny, and all gone by midday higher temperatures and possibly rain. A temporary glory.
Next year my little one will be heading off to middle school. Going to the bus by himself (probably) and coming home on the bus (no after school options here any more). My time will be a little more my own. My big boy will be driving (not to school) and we'll be looking at his leaving home in another couple of years. Assuming the college fund is adequate.
The quiet is almost intimidating. I used to get up and write, and there's some impetus this morning to do that. Or at least continue the posting of Sisters. But there is also the desire to stretch out the morning, to pretend the day won't start, to live in the space between the ticking of the clock. Time is what I dream of these days. Time and warmer weather :)
I was listening to some blather on NPR about 'movies/books/tv that affected my LIFE'. The person (author? cook? no idea) who was speaking talked about the British movie Shirley Valentine. Now I'm a Pauline Collins fan from way back (back to Upstairs, Downstairs the original and No, Honestly) and I remember that movie. I want to see it again. It's proving a bit hard to find. Maybe I'll finally try out that PAL Reg 2 option on my fancy DVD player.
I'm in the home stretch with War and Peace, 300 pages more or less to finish. Still too much war :) But I like the person Pierre has become. I'm hoping all the ships will fall into line but not sure I trust Tolstoy for a happy ending. Over the hump with the audio of Rebecca too. I skipped the portions with the fancy dress ball. My embarrassment squick proved too much for me. The fascinating thing about the first person narration is hearing it now (versus when I was a teenager reading it) I can see how unreliable she is. She's missing clues right and left! I do not remember catching all this nuance back in the day. Is that a function of my age or the format?
Yesterday at work, a long day at work, with a long after work Open House at the middle school and an aching back staved off with mega doses of naprosyn, I was desperate to distract myself and found that Librivox has an app! It worked very well for me and I happily listened to a dramatic reading of Dracula. The girl who's reading Mina has a lovely voice. I think I listen to more books than I read these days. I will purchase the thing to avoid ads and support the cause.
The sky is lightening but it's also starting to rain. No ice castles for me. I hear alarms going off and being silenced. Soon #2 will be up (he always gets up at the same time every day). Then time will start again. Tick, tock.
This entry was originally posted at http://vjs2259.dreamwidth.org/328647.html. Please comment there using OpenID.