Snowcation!

Yes, school vacation is coming to a close, with today being the last day we can remain in our pajamas all day.  It's a staycation for us in the MausiGal household, with Kidlet A on the computer skyping, and Kidlet B going off to snowboard a few times.  Hanging with friends, outings to Starbucks, reading, writing, and generally RELAXING!

It seems to be a concept for February vacation that has been lost.  When my students ask me what I'm doing for vacation, they seem bewildered.

"Señorita, where are you going for vacation?"

"My house.  Starbucks.  Nashua, if I get motivated."

"Hahaha!  No, seriously, where are you going?"

I'm not heading off to Europe or Aruba or Mexico, and for some it's a mystery as to why I would want to spend my free week here in the frigid Northeast.  After all, one of the highlights of my week was having a crew on my roof shoveling off snow in order to stop a leaky ceiling.

 Ice dams be damned!  My staycation would not be ruined!

I finished reading one book, started another, worked on my novel (yes!), sent out postcards, and above all, did what I wanted to do.  All without the pain and suffering of sitting in Logan Airport, wondering when my flight would get out.

I hate airports when I'm flying.  I do enjoy picking people up from them - it's such a happy experience!  But flying?  Blech.  Flights are delayed, usually due to that pesky New England weather at any time of year.  Ice storms, snow storms, thunderstorms.  You name it, Logan is delayed.

That's why I'm such a fan of the staycation.  I can relax, rejuvenate before heading back to all the students I have, the busy schedule of driving from here, there, to everywhere with Kidlet A and Kidlet B.  Cozy in my sock monkey flannels, I can focus on being me and not worrying about rushing about.  No schedules are to be had.

I'm a summer gal.  Let me hibernate until the warm weather comes about.  And no, I do not like spring.  Spring is a harsh tease - a warm day here, a bitter cold one to follow.  I find myself depressed in spring.  It's like showing us candy and then taking it away.  Not fair.  Bring on the eighty degree days of summer, complete with humidity.  The sun, even yes, the thunderstorms.  My little garden in bloom, even with weeds, makes me happy.  At this point as I look at the snow, I would be thankful for a few dandelions.  Their bright yellow on the green of my lawn this year will actually make me smile.  I'll be thankful it's not snow.  And when they blossom into white, I'll blow on them, making a wish, for a winter next year not as harsh as this one.