It was late when the call came. It was 5:39 and I was sound asleep. I'd wakened around 5 and looked outside and it didn't appear to me that there was enough snow to close school.
One of the worst things that can happen at our school is to have snow begin -- or worsen -- during the school day. As an independent school, buses from as many as ten or fifteen different school districts transport our students. And we have high school students who drive themselves to school. On those days, the various districts close at various times, sending their buses to pick up their students. And our kids, godblessem, get on their cell phones between classes and call home, begging their parents to call school and have them dismissed "for safety driving." It is an absolute nightmare. When we decide we are going to close early, there are many, many families that we must notify and find out whether they can come and pick up their children. It is the worst kind of day. With the probability that our day would turn into this awfulness, we closed.
I put the day to good use, finishing the last of the Simple Flower Baskets for "Going Rouge." Got 'em up on the wall and am about ready to put them together in fours and then apply a lattice. That was my morning.
After lunch and a bit of a nap, I went back downstairs and pieced the binding for Melanie and got it machined on. I'm ready to begin the hand-stitching. Tonight I'll set aside the hand quilting on the Civil War baskets quilt (Mason-Dixon?) and begin work on that binding. The Olympics are nearly over, but if I sprint, there is still the possibility that Melanie could get finished before the torch is extinguished!
Especially if the weather-guessers are right -- they have been talking about perhaps ten more inches tonight. And you know what that would mean.