Yesterday was the beginning of the semester. New snow, new syllabi, new students.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I am at St. John Fisher from early morning to late evening. Last night's drive home, especially the last mile down Moscow Road, was a nightmare. The blowing and falling snow was spinning everywhere. The visibility: zero. I couldn't see mailboxes or telephone poles. I was driving, white knuckle, less than 10 mph, with blinkers on and praying I was in the middle of the road and not headed for a ditch or cornfield. I crept along, thankful for the random (brief) sight of houses and porch lights and occasional streetlight and rare other car driving toward me. Oh, I think it's going to be a difficult winter. Made it home and came in with wind and Toodles, our black cat and a whoosh of snow, and my husband greeted me with a puzzled look-- Is it bad outside?
Today more snow . . . cold, so cold.
Going to work on an art project today. It's visual artist Angela Amato's concept for a V.I.T.A. L. residency. Thought I would do the project, so I would have first hand knowledge of making the art. It's a terrific concept. I think the children are going to really enjoy it. The project incorporates poetry, which I will be working on with the fifth and sixth graders. Stay tuned.