Jenny said that one of the kids said last Monday she had heard that putting a spoon under your pillow and wearing your pajamas inside out would help make it snow.
Her students got enthusiastic about the idea.
Before leaving for the day, they were spreading the word to other classes. The next morning there was ice, snow and no school.
“Apparently, they didn’t do such a good job the following night,” I said. “Oxford had school, while the kids in New Albany were enjoying another day off.”
I don’t know why students – and their teachers – look forward so much to a snow day. They just have to make up the time later in the school year.
Perhaps it is because it is an unplanned vacation day, sort of a surprise. Or maybe it’s because they want to go outside and make a snowman or snow angels or throw snowballs.
Here in the South, those opportunities are pretty rare.
Not that it really was much of a surprise on Tuesday. Most people I know watch the weather forecast on their phones, as well as on their televisions. I’m no exception. We were all pretty sure that there was going to be snow Monday night.
But while I’m checking out our weather on my phone, I click over to the other cities I have set on my own personal weather channel.
For example, there’s Kansas City, where I grew up and my sister still lives. When I was writing this column on Sunday, it was 34 degrees and cloudy. Yuck.
And where Jenny’s parents live in Cincinnati, it was 30 degrees and cloudy. Even worse.
Our neighbor doesn’t have to use her phone to keep up with weather across the country.
She has children in Illinois and Colorado, and as they whine about their snowfall, she lets them know how much nicer the weather is here.
I guess that’s the point. We have to jump through hoops — or at least put spoons under our pillows — to get a little snow to play in and to keep us home from work.
For people in other parts of the country, bad weather is a reality that mostly isn’t much fun anymore.
The snow and ice regularly ruins their weekends, adds days to their school year, and puts them at risk when they have to drive to work.
We just get a taste. And on Sunday the crocuses were blooming by our front walk and my phone said it was 61 degrees outside.
I didn’t even need a winter coat when we took our dogs on their afternoon walk.
Those pesky kids better put their PJs on the right way tonight!
T. Wayne Mitchell, publisher of the Gazette, can be reached by phone at 662-534-6321 or by email at firstname.lastname@example.org.