Rewriting Love Songs

Mike shoveling snow

"We don't get a lot of snow . . . "  I've been thinking of those words a lot as I rewrite "All Out of Love".

I'm so sick of snow
I wish it would melt now
I'm ready for spring
And desperate to get out

The kids were sliding down the hill until Mike started
shoveling snow, then they decided trying to catch the
falling snow would be more fun.

Each day I watch the snow continue to pile up and step by step swallow our stairs down the hill - sorry, I couldn't resist the pun, but the snow really is gradually covering them up one step at a time.  I've given up trying to keep track somewhere around 12 or 13 feet we've had this year, but I'm sure that's a minimum.  Yesterday we had several visitors at the school who intended to go home at the end of the day, but ended up finding places to stay for the night.  Rafael (the 3-5 teacher) had Eric (he's in the village often working in small groups with the kids to improve learning, the teacher who'll be here all week teaching the PE classes how to dance, stayed with the principal, the superintendent of small schools stayed with us, and I'm pretty sure we had one more who slept at the school.  This is not an unusual situation for people working in the village schools so most bring a change of clothes, toothbrush, and towel just in case.  Fortunately for those eager to get out, the skies stayed clear enough for a flight this morning before it began snowing again.  It also took a break this afternoon long enough for Mike to haul our trash off to the dump and think it was safe to shovel of the stairs we can still find.  I think he was back inside all of 10 minutes and the sun shined down happily on the village while it dumped large snowflakes on us.  As many times as it has poured rain and/or snow on us while the sun teased us, it shouldn't surprise me anymore, but I still have a moment of discontent with its taunting.

Our freshly shoveled stairs
two stairs, a platform, and
another stair are lost at the
bottom.