We had a pool table, complete with an over head hanging light, growing up. I never got any good at shooting pool, but that table made for one nice sturdy place on which to wrap Christmas presents. I have vivid memories of that pool table – like how cold my feet got standing on the cement floor and what it felt like to explode the rack of balls.
Today I felt like the cue ball that got to break open the rack of pool balls. I didn’t have school and the opportunities were endless. At first it was a normal morning – I woke up and prepared my lesson, showered and dressed, started breakfast, had prayers with everybody, and went outside to get in the car while Calvin finished cooking his breakfast. And then, crack, the car was covered in a sheet of ice. This was the one morning I hadn’t called the school with a remote hope of cancellation, everything had looked fine. After slipping and sliding my way to the car I thought, “Sub-zero temps are no enemy to the school district, six inches of new snow are no enemy to the school district, but freezing rain? Enemy.” I called with a hope and heard the school’s recording: “The school district is closed today.”
Enter the cue ball. Suddenly a whole bunch of possibilities broke wide open for the day.
I started by writing a long e-mail to family and then made breakfast-in-bed of French toast and hot chocolate for Grace and Ande.
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the hot chocolate was rich . . . too rich . . . but nothing a heavy dose of real whipping cream couldn’t fix |
Then . . . we talked wedding plans, scrapbooked, and watched TV (The Walton’s if you’re interested. Grandpa had a heart attack.) After a few hours of that, it was time to eat again. We ate pigs-in-a-blanket. Our good friend Brenda came by with a load of magazines. She has shared her magazines with us for years (and she takes good ones like Real Simple). We visited and visited and visited. It was such an enjoyable afternoon. After she left it was time to eat again, imagine that, and Grace made a pot of tortellini soup. (I do love the concept of eating three different meals a day, don't you?)
And now . . . here it is evening and I had a wonderful play day. Couldn’t have asked for a better.
11 comments:
Sounds WONDERFUL!!!!!
What a marvelous day, and such a bonus that you had already done all your normal morning routine stuff and then ended up with all that bonus time!
I love the new picture on your blog. That breakfast in bed looked so yummy; I am a little envious. Love those kind of days. They don't happen enough, do they?
I had so much fun with you today! When I got breakfast in bed I knew it was going to be a good day. You're the best :)!
The new picture gives me chills just looking at it. Brrr!
I love the line, "I do love the concept of eating three different meals a day, don't you?" after our long vacation, distinct meals instead of day-long grazing is a novel idea!
(And congrats on Cali's news!)
I love the image of the cue ball breaking open a world of possibilities! A snow (or freezing rain) day is one of the best of life's offerings. Sounds like you made it a great one!
I can only dream....how would a day like that be around my house?
I think this is my all-time very favorite picture of Ande. Always willing, always ready, always smiling. Grace, as usual, looks serenly beautiful.
Sounds like so much fun! I love friends that share and getting magazines from a friends seems like such a nice gift. The picture of Ande and Grace is darling. :)
That WAS a great day! Thank you for making it so wonderful. I love spending time with you.
SOOOOOOO jealous about the breakfast in bed. Although if I were you I'd have climbed right back into bed instead of cooking! Wish I was on the air mattress in the next bedroom! Keep the french toast a comin'!
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