Dare I Believe?
So, yesterday, it being Wednesday, I went to the old neighborhood for my weekly volunteer session as a tutor. I work with a delightful 3rd grader who is doing very well...but I digress. As I enter the church where we meet there is the usual sign in sheet and the calendar for March.
A quick scan of the sheet, and my eyes lock on the March 26th week where, according to this publication, the Milwaukee schools will be closed and there will be no tutoring sessions. Why? For the life of me I couldn't figure out why they would just suddenly close the schools. I didn't think they could predict an evil snow storm that far in advance. How could I resolve this question? Easily, ask a 3rd grader.
Spring break, she tells me. Harp music appears out of no where and psychedelic colors (I had eaten a Slim Fast bar before leaving home) fill my visual fields. Angels silently glide down from where ever angels glide down from, and one whispers in my ear, "Dare to believe...dare to believe. Spring will come again."
The sound of ocean waves pounding a sandy beach replaces the harp music as a sensation of weightlessness washes over me. The faces of my ancestors appear, one after another, and each smiles kindly at me. As the moment passes, the stink of neoprene fills my nostrils as a feeling that all will be well fills my soul. Then we sat down and did math.
Paddle safe...
DS
A quick scan of the sheet, and my eyes lock on the March 26th week where, according to this publication, the Milwaukee schools will be closed and there will be no tutoring sessions. Why? For the life of me I couldn't figure out why they would just suddenly close the schools. I didn't think they could predict an evil snow storm that far in advance. How could I resolve this question? Easily, ask a 3rd grader.
Spring break, she tells me. Harp music appears out of no where and psychedelic colors (I had eaten a Slim Fast bar before leaving home) fill my visual fields. Angels silently glide down from where ever angels glide down from, and one whispers in my ear, "Dare to believe...dare to believe. Spring will come again."
The sound of ocean waves pounding a sandy beach replaces the harp music as a sensation of weightlessness washes over me. The faces of my ancestors appear, one after another, and each smiles kindly at me. As the moment passes, the stink of neoprene fills my nostrils as a feeling that all will be well fills my soul. Then we sat down and did math.
Paddle safe...
DS
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9 comments:
and then reality sits back in . . . we have to make it through another 3 to 4 inch snow fall tonight. Gas up the snow blower!!!
Hate to throw cold water on ya, but the water will be cold well beyond "spring break". But the Irish whisky will flow freely in 8 days!
Thanks a lot. Pass the antidepressants.
I notice you have made no comment on my post from yesterday. Its clear that Milwaukee dodged that particular blizzard....is is the last paragraph that put you into denial??
Ok you guys. I had this wonder transcendental moment yesterday, a moment that held out promise and hope for us all, and you all keep on talking snow. Let's get positive here, people. And I don't want to hear that you are positive that it will get worse again :)
After reading daveo's blog, I think a road trip to the twin harbors of Superior/Duluth is in order to check out the Thirsty Pagen Brewpub--my kind of place, at least until 9 p.m., then I'll retire to the room for Irish Whisky nightcap!
Is there a good brewpub on Tybee Island?
(How's that for some positive energy, Silbs?)
Screw it. I'm putting on my Bermuda shorts and walking Ansel.
Over or under all those other layers?
Psychedelic effects of Slim-Fast? Interesting idea.
Just a figure of speech, Jim. I see you are really utilizing the product.
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