the spa, that is…
I woke up at 5:00, poured a cup of coffee, fed the damn cat and logged on to my computer. First thing I see on the JCPS homepage is “All JCPS schools are closed Wednesday, January 26, 2011.” I did a double take. Is that today? Is that still left on the website from last week? What day is this? I walked in the living room and turned on the TV and they’re scrolling all the school closings on the bottom of the page with JCPS right on top. I opened up the living room blinds on the picture window and saw a little accumulation, maybe an inch, but the snow was coming down hard and heavy. So much for last night’s forecast of a “slight chance of snow but no measurable precipitation”.
Sigh…I was pretty put out yesterday when they announced that they’re taking our parent conference day on Feb. 14th and our next professional development day on March 5 to make up some of the snow days. I’ve already completed my professional development days for the year so I was supposed to be off on March 5. DH already submitted for a vacation day and we were going to take a long weekend. Guess not. Still, I wonder what they’re going to do about those of us who have already completed our professional development hours for the year. In reality, we’ve already worked that day. Guess they’ll either pay us for it or add an additional day on the end of the year.
I’m really bummed out about missing all these days. Each one represents a beautiful, warm day in June that we’re sacrificing for these cold, dreary, gray days when we’re stuck inside the house. On top of that, I brought home a ton of work to do so I’m actually kind of working anyway. I decided that I might as well make the best of it and try to enjoy it at least a teeny bit. I set up the espresso machine and brewed a cup of cappuccino, steamed and whipped the milk, added some Splenda and a sprinkle of cinnamon and headed out to the spa.
It was nice. Everyone was still asleep and I sat out there in the dark with the snow falling all around me. The espresso machine is a pain in the butt to drag out of the cabinet, set up and clean, but I felt special, having gone to all the trouble just to make myself a treat. After just a few minutes, my hair was covered with snow and it felt like there was no one else awake in the entire neighborhood. Just me, relaxing with a cup of cappuccino, soaking in the spa, enjoying the snowfall.
After a half hour or so, I decided it was time to go in. I grabbed my big beach towel from on top of the spa cover and it was covered with snow. I shook it out but it still felt like I encased my naked body in ice when I wrapped it around me. I shuffled through the snow on the spa deck with my bare feet, feeling for my flip flops which were unusually difficult to locate in the dark. I finally felt them but they were also full of snow. Daggone it! That warm cozy feeling was fading fast. I grabbed what was left of my cold cappuccino and attempted to flip the spa cover back in place but I spilled the remainder of the cold coffee and it splashed down my bare leg.
Yeah… leaving is the hardest part.