Not the old Regenhouse

purpleWhen I was small, it seemed like houses were all boring colors: white (like ours), brown, black (like my grandma’s), gray, yellow (like the Ping[atore]’s), occasionally red or green. What about blue? Seemed like there were never any blue houses in those days, at least not in Sault Ste. Siberia. I secretly longed for a purple house…

After the gloom and doom hype surrounding the overnight weather forecast, we got, hmm, maybe a few inches of snow at the most? I was walking by a shoveler at 0-skunk-30 and I jogged a bit just to get around him and out of his way. He was a bit horrified and said, “Be careful!” I giggled and said, “I’m wearing YakTrax!” I dunno if he even knows what YakTrax are but that seemed to satisfy him and I was very confident galumphing around in them this morning. Then, as I was walking back down Duncan toward the end of my loop, I heard a snippet of *spring* birdsong. We often start hearing the birds in February but not usually during a snow/ice/whatever-this-was storm.

The snow was that heavy wet stuff but there was not really all that much of it, so shoveling was a breeze and 5-10 minutes of egregious idling plus a bit of brushing off got rid of the snow on zee veeendsheeeelds of zee Ninja and zee Frog Hopper. Driving was a little messy this morning but I snagged the Frog Hopper and I felt very confident. Of course, my commute is only eight miles and I don’t have to take the freeway unless I want to. And guess what? Everybody was going *slow* this morning. I don’t mean we were all crawling along like snails. Five miles below the speed limit, maybe. That’s about all it takes sometimes. How hard is that? I got to work about the same time I usually do although I have to say that varies by a half-hour or so in any kind of weather.

For whatever reason, the Planet Ann Arbor Schools were the only schools in the area that did *not* close and boy did they take some flack for that via comments in the online A2 Snooze. I dunno. It really wasn’t *that* bad this morning and it stopped by about 9:00 AM or whenever and I would *hate* to be the person in charge of making the decision to call a snow day. Personally, I think that it was appropriate to hold school today although I completely commiserate with teachers who have to drive in from outside the city. Be lenient when people are late and move on with life. Flexibility and tolerance.

It’s been a long week and I am glad it’s over. I wonder what I’ll get done this weekend. One of my facebook friends was marveling that she set out to clean off her desk and ended up taking the stove apart to clean it with a toothbrush. This totally cracked me up. I do this kind of thing all the time. What will I start out to do this weekend and what will I end up accomplishing? Progress is progress. It all has to get done sometime by somebody. I can’t say it was a bad week, exactly, but I hope next week is better, or maybe calmer would be a better word.

Good night,
Kayak Woman

3 Responses to “Not the old Regenhouse”

  1. Jay Says:

    I knew I recognized that house. Once upon a time I knew who lived there, but it was not purple at the time. And I think it was right next to Eileen’s house (Pooh’s friend).

  2. Margaret Says:

    A toothbrush? Wow. We are watching all this bad weather from afar. Nothing here–I’m thankful for a calm winter.

  3. gene Says:

    Re school closing.

    I’m sure I have heard that the decision to close has to be made at about 4am. Also it is not the city conditions but where the busses run.