The snow is, as we've become used to this time of year, piled higher than even William's head, leaving us to continually move snow around in an effort to make paths for four cars. That's right, four. I needed a car of my own because I now have a job, and of course it has a schedule that is as unpredictable as Karen's
I'm working the front desk at a timeshare, which is more complicated than it sounds, because unlike a regular hotel, timeshares don't have separate reservation departments, and the front desk people are also responsible for keeping up on the records of the people who own time at the facility. It's making my head spin a bit, but I'm getting the hang of it.
So, in addition to being literally buried, we are metaphorically buried, adapting to these new scheduling demands. Adding to the mix (though in a less-complicated way) is Tom's new job, in a textile factory. He's been hired for the second shift, but the training takes place on the first shift, which starts at 6:00 in the morning. Tom is not a morning person.
William is getting more active, too, working extra time with his culinary class. Last night he worked prep and service for a special Valentine's dinner. Karen and I didn't get to go, because the tickets are sold by the second-level students to their friends and family. Next year, though, because I have no doubt that William will stick with this; he's thriving.
Meanwhile, we deal with the snow. Although there is a lot of it, it won't be around for too much longer. Spring is coming, we keep telling ourselves. The schedule will get even worse, with spring sports and a busier season at the timeshare, but by then we will have worked out the logistics.
Smooth sailing? Well, I don't know about that, but we'll certainly make it work.