Snowmageddon

Or The Snowpocalypse? Who knows. All I’m sure of is that last week was the first time in my 25 year teaching career in Alaska that I needed snowshoes to get out of my classroom.

I dropped my phone during one of the many hours of shoveling. I was sure it was gone until April, but my snowplow guy ran over it only once before he found it and returned it to me. He has saved my bacon more than a person might guess, including getting my car out of a place it had no business being last winter. A good plow guy is a thing of beauty.

My phone, however, was not a thing of beauty. I am too old for a cracked screen, but just the right age for a new phone as soon as the AT&T store dug out and reopened.