Snow Day

At 5:30 a.m. my phone rang. Mother Nature was in the middle of dumping a foot of snow on us and the roads were not good. We had a snow day!

A whole day, smack dab in the middle of the week, to do whatever I want. First and foremost I had to bring Shea out in the snow. Like a maniac, he ran back and forth, in circles, until he collapsed in the snow. He blends in pretty well with all the white.

After Shea was worn out, I decided to go to a local college and play basketball. I know groups of students and school employees alike gather to play noonball during their lunch hour. Noonball, yes, noonball. When I mentioned it to my mother, she replied, "Oh, what time is noonball at?" Really? What time do you think? I couldn't believe that was her response. I may be missing something though, as two other people I shared my plans with asked the same question. Either way, when I got there, this is what I found:

An empty field house. Maybe they changed the time of noonball.

While I was out and about, I decided to do a good deed and dig my grandmother's car out of the snow. To make it more interesting, I decided not to tell her that I was coming. I did't go in and see her, I didn't tell her that I was coming to do it at all.

Why is this interesting you ask? My grandmother lives in a retirement community. Being, well, my incredibly humble grandmother, when I secretly dig her car out, she immediately assumes it is some saggy old man that has a crush on her. She considers herself a hot commodity in the elderly world. She has the looks of a 75 year old, not an 88 year old. That goes a long way here! So, this has become a great way to find out who she is interested in. She gushed about how "Frank" dug her car out. She now feels the need to pay Frank back in some way. She turned to chocolates and even went as far as offering Frank money for his duties. Would this be considered prostitution in the senior citizen world? Maybe if I fessed up to digging the car out I could earn a few extra bucks. Ehhh, Lord knows that if she knew it was me the money would disappear faster than a Tiger Woods commercial.

The sky is still spewing junk on us. A combination of snow and sleet. Cleveland has nothing. I am interested to see if my phone rings tomorrow morning at 5:30 again. Personally, I hope not. But, if it does, at least it won't be waking Jeff up. Boy, did he ever hate that!