Today was our third day out of school, and Hubby is the only one going stir crazy. You know, the one who is retired and who is able to sit around for many days in a row when he's not golfing? Yeah, he's the one who wants to get out of the house.
Me? I have puh-lenty to do. Read, quilt, eat, play video games, read, quilt, eat, play video games, repeat. Oh, with an occasional nap thrown in.
We did venture out to the Wally World today, though, and I had a pretty dumb reason for going.
I found my bread machine.
When Hubby was diagnosed with diabetes in 2002 (can it really be that long ago?), we thought the world as we knew it had changed forever. And to some extent, of course, it did. We made drastic changes in our eating/cooking habits, and we gave away our deep fryer and, to my great dismay, my bread maker. Or so I thought.
Apparently I simply put it away in a safe place in the basement, in a cabinet that is rarely opened. It is full of things I plan to put in the yard sale I fully intend to have this year.
I didn't want to venture out today, but Hubby did, and I didn't think I could ask him to pick up the missing ingredients so I could make bread. I had everything except bread flour, powdered instant milk, and dry active yeast. Those are pretty vital to making bread. So I reluctantly accompanied him on the treacherous 3-mile trek to WW. It took two scary tries to get out of our subdivision because the road from our neighborhood onto the main road has a stop sign at the top of a hill. It would have been fine if a car hadn't been coming from the left. If we could have just kept going, we would have been okay. But Hubby had to stop, and there was no way to gain traction again. We had to back (slide?) all the way back down the hill, find a patch of relatively dry pavement, and try again.
Once we were on the more traveled roads, it was fine. But getting out of the subdivision is not going to get any better, since temperatures tonight are supposed to be in the teens and not climb over 32 all day tomorrow. What little HAS melted will undoubtedly freeze tonight, and tomorrow I get to attempt that climb out of the subdivision on my own. Unless I can talk Hubby into taking me to school. I don't feel confident enough in my driving abilities to navigate ice.
Our students are out again tomorrow, but we have been asked to report at 11:00 if we are able. We are to use our best judgment, but if we don't report we either have to take a personal day (out of the precious three we get all year) or take the day without pay. It makes absolutely no sense to me at all why they are so determined to have teachers there on a day with no students. I mean I understand it on one level, but on another it's just ridiculous.
I guess it's not a bad way to end the week, though. We will be able to wear jeans tomorrow, and even if the students are able to come on Friday, Monday is a holiday.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a loaf of freshly made (I know it was in a machine, but by golly I MADE it) bread to polish off.