kvmua.blogg.se

“Woo hoo!” Teddy yelps, waving his arms in the air. Pretending not to hear us, she reaches into the cabinet for a box of Bisquick.

“Should I makeĭad and I guffaw at the same time.

“Well, if you lotĪre playing hooky today, no way I’m going to work. In town, clicks off the radio and pours herself a second cup of coffee. So it’s an unexpected day off for him, too. Barely an inch of snow means that all the schools in theĬounty are closed, including my high school and the middle school where Dad works, Maybe you should consider a snow amoeba.” “You can make a valiant try,” Dad tells Teddy. Or if becoming a teacher has actually turned my dad into this genuine throwback. Never quite clear on whether all this is sartorial or sardonic≽ad’s way ofĪnnouncing that he used to be a punker but is now a middle-school English teacher, Whole 1950s, Father Knows Best retro kick he is on. He started smoking one recently as part of this When Mom’s AM radio announces the closures. My little brother, Teddy, lets out a war whoop Water that drops from the sky—and drops and drops and drops—not the frozen kind. Standstill as the one snowplow in the county gets busy clearing the roads. It isn’tĮven an inch, but in this part of Oregon a slight dusting brings everything to a I wake up this morning to a thin blanket of white covering our front lawn. Everyone thinks it was because of the snow.