The kiddo had a snow day today which was utterly ridiculous. It’s been such a mild winter that there haven’t  been many snow days and I think everyone just so badly wanted a day that they pounced – our district called it before the first flake even fell. Now at noon, there is MAYBE a wet inch on the ground and bare pavement still to be seen. Miss L is thrilled, off with her neighborhood friends to enjoy it (although I doubt there’s even enough for a sad snowman), and I’m working from home with my three faithful four-legged colleagues, Emmett, Sarge, and Josie, and catching up on some blogging on my lunch hour.

I’m not going to argue that a day to downshift hasn’t been appreciated. It’s been a busy couple of weeks with Miss L’s play rehearsals, school tasks, dance classes and now Girl Scout Cookie season in full swing. Miss L has been finishing up picking up and delivering cookies, we had a booth last weekend and two more this weekend.

In other news, I have a new favorite toy. I finally made good on my promise to get a trail cam – I got this one from Amazon. (Note: you’ll see a preponderance of five star reviews which may sway you that it’s the best thing since sliced bread – caveat emptor that inside the packaging, the savvy seller promised an Amazon gift card to everyone who left a five star review. That said, although the feedback is probably more flattering than what I would dispense, it’s been a good little camera for the price.) As a result – meet Paczki the yard possum. (For you non-Michiganders, it’s pronounced “Poonchkey” and it is a very popular Fat Tuesday bakery item and the best ones come from Poland or, if you can’t get your hands on a pack of those, then definitely Hamtramck – the pastries not the possums).

I’m catching up on a lot of NPR Fresh Air episodes via podcast and they reviewed an album by jazz guitarist Jeff Parker which I had to get. Post title is from the first track, featuring vocals by his daughter Ruby Parker, and the lyrics seem fitting for a faux snow-day.

“everyone moves / like they’ve someplace to go / build a nest and watch the world / go by slow. / A wise one told me / they were disconsolate; / there are no trapdoors / if you believe in fate.”