– I voiced my concern to this fair city in which I live. I have been on a walking kick, so to speak, during my lunch time. The sidewalks still haven’t been plowed, and since we have had oodles of snow dumped on us since the beginning of February….well that’s a lot of snow on a sidewalk. It goes up to my knees. I mean I know I’m a short person (5’1), but c’mon. I wound up hopping up and out of that snow onto the busy street and walking the rest of the way back to work in a silent huff. Had the same problem today, only there was more traffic, so I couldn’t just hop into the street. I braved the deep snow which had turned a bit icy and each time I took a step down into the deep snow, my ankles got all scraped up (I had a skirt on – probably not the smartest apparel to wear while walking through snow). So I figured this was enough of a dangerous situation for anyone trying to walk around, and called the snow removal department to voice that concern. I left a polite but concerned message.
– Earlier this evening I went looking for a teacher because I had a question to ask him. He wasn’t in his office, so I looked in the lunch room and found the Dean of the school. I asked him where “T” was, and he said that he was actually looking for him too. So we both walked out and down the hall, and another teacher joined us. The Dean asked how he was doing and he said he was confused. “So am I!” replied the Dean. “I am too!” I said. The three of us walking down the hallway all confused made me laugh. I almost broke out singing, “We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz!” Too bad the hallway tiles weren’t made of yellow bricks. And it seemed we were all in search of a brain.