The Camas School District canceled school today due to "inclement weather."
It was a total set-up.
Last Friday, Nels's preschool handed out notices mentioning that snowstorms were being forecast for early in the following week, and that his school would be observing any district closures.
Well, it snowed on Sunday as predicted. But instead of continuing to snow that night, it was just really windy. No snow on Monday. Clear skies. Clear roads. No ice. I didn't even bother checking for closures. Who cancels school just because it's winter?
My first clue that something was up came when we stepped out the door and I realized that I hadn't seen the school bus go by our house this morning. (It stops right next door to us.) My second clue came when Willem reached the edge of our porch stairs and refused to take another step. He just stood there in the frigid air and wailed. Of course I couldn't really hear his cries all that well. They were carried off by the wind.
I made my way through the empty (and COMPLETELY CLEAR) streets to the school. It was deserted. My theory is that all the teachers in Camas had been counting on taking Monday off and, when the snow failed to materialize, decided to go ahead and do it anyway. (OK, yes, it was MISERABLY cold. And I did hit one small patch of ice on the drive home. Still.)
Nels summed up the sadness of the morning in a poignant moment of self-awareness as we pulled out of the empty parking lot:
"I like BEING at school, but I don't like GETTING there."
Amen, Nels. Amen.