IT'S SNOWING!

I have seen this happen all of my school life, which goes back to the fall of 1958. A class can be as quiet as a church, children working, intent on what's before them, but if one person happens to look out the window and see a flake, that person can announce in any tone of voice: IT'S SNOWING! Everyone turns and looks out the window, determines to his or her own satisfaction that it is, indeed, snowing, and goes back to what was going on before without missing a beat.

IT'S SNOWING!

It's about noon now, and it's barely snowing at all; nobody would even know except that The Announcement has just been made. It was supposed to flurry late tonight, after midnight. As for me, I'm not looking forward to walking around in flip-flops later on my way to and from the pedi, but I'll live. I don't think I'll get frostbitten toes during the five foot walk from door to car.

The celebration of the SCM's last day has gone very well. He was surprised by the decorations and breakfast in the office this morning in his honor, and the gifts, and people have been stopping by all day to say goodbye to him. He's very touched by it all, and very happy.

As for me, all I want is a pedi and a quiet weekend, which I anticipate. A bit of cat-sitting and feeding tomorrow morning, and then a short trip to the Vera Bradley store with a $20 coupon in hand.

I meant to write this yesterday, but I forgot. I still really don't get Facebook. Part of what I don't get is the difference between the anonymity here in diary-place and the upfront this-is-really-me over there. I don't want any Facebook friends I don't actually know -- I consider that I actually know those of you from this world who have friended me over there, unless I know you and didn't recognize your real name -- so I haven't accepted anyone I don't know, including someone from high school I never knew then, so why would I need to know her now? (I did get a friend request yesterday from someone who was a friend in high school, so I okayed that one.) But once I get past the friend thing, the bottom line is that I don't know what to do with the whole thing. It's not a blog, so I'm not really sure what gets posted there or what I'm supposed to do. If either of my daughters had patience to teach me, that would be good, but they wouldn't for this. Well, maybe K, if she's in the right mood. Maybe if I offer to grade her last set of papers for her. (Just kidding.)

So, later.

I did, in fact, just reply to something the old high school friend wrote on my "wall," whatever that is. Now, here's a question. How is it that everyone I ever knew and haven't seen since 1971 knows that I still work at the high school we went to together? Because anyone and everyone seems to know. Cannot for the life of me imagine why.

The era of the SCM is over, then. He had a lovely day, a nice way to go out. I did choke up a little on my goodbye, but it's okay; that's done. Moving on.



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