Christmas
holidays have arrived and so has the snow.
As Courtney and I watched the snow fly, we reflected that it’s too bad
we weren’t in school because then we could have had a nice snow day. Then again, we were in the middle of our
Christmas break, so I guess we can’t really complain. It did get us thinking to a time a just
before Christmas two years ago.
It was my
first year of teaching, and I was teaching grade 7 & 8 at Oxford. I was living in St. George and was dating
Courtney. When you’re dating, you tend
to be on your best behaviour, but it was during a particularly bad snow storm
that Courtney’s dark side came out.
Oxford is in
a snowbelt. Powerful storms from
Georgian Bay sweep across Southwestern Ontario and dump piles of snow on the beleaguered
people of Oxford County. My first year
teaching at Oxford seemed to be quite a severe winter.
The first
thing I would do after getting the phone call saying school was cancelled was
to text Courtney the news.
Day One
Me: School
is cancelled today. Snowday!!! :)
Courtney: Oh. I have to work today. : (
Day Two
Me: You’ll
never believe it – another snowday!!! :^0
Day Three
Me: Snowday
today – day number three!!! Yippee! : ^)
Courtney: I
am going to drive down there and start clearing roads myself! I’m very jealous! : ^[
Day Four
Me: You will
never believe it! Another snow day!
Courtney: Life
is not fair.
Day Five
Courtney: The only thing that will make me happy right now is an engagement ring!
Life did
return to normal after than – for two days anyway, then we were off for two
weeks of Christmas holidays. Life was
tough back then.
It was
strange having five snow days right in a row when there was no snow to speak of
where I was living at the time. By day
five I was getting a little cabin fevered.
I was beginning to feel like a castaway and was even starting to talk to
a volleyball that was in the house.
I did find a
new favourite spot to go and mark during those snow days. It was a little cafe in Paris (no not Paris,
France – I didn’t have enough air miles for that) called the Brown Dog
Cafe. It was perched on the banks of the
Grand River and was oozing coziness. The
coffee was amazing and they had a nice fireplace where I would sit beside to
drink my coffee and tackle my stack of marking.
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| The Brown Dog Cafe, Paris ON |
Courtney still does not really get snow days (unless we get a jumbo blizzard and the only way out of the house is through the attic) and so the next snow day I get may not excite Courtney too much.





Haha...
ReplyDeleteyay! snowday... would you like to meet my volleyball? i call him Fred.
ReplyDeletelol. Just kidding