There's an old saying: "If you wish to make God laugh, tell Him your plans." I think he's yucking it up right now, as the plans Puff and I made for our daughters' March Break just got buried under a ton of snow. Every time I looked out the window today it was like looking at the inside of a ping pong ball.
The plans were simple, faith, fun, education,- although we were going to try and hide the education under some fun. A couple of our plans involved taking outdoor day trips. The first was a trip for family research. I've been teaching the children our family history, and we've traveled around a bit, finding the places our ancestors knew and finding their final resting places. We take photographs and tombstone rubbings. There were just three direct line ancestors left for us to find, and we were going to find them on the break. Unfortunately, they're under several feet of snow now. Looks like something for summer vacation now.
The other day trip is iffy. Elder had just done a unit at school about the Jesuit mission to Huronia. So I thought, 'Let's go to the place where it all happened' and planned a trip to Martyr's shrine. Unfortunately, that's in the snowbelt. It's under more snow than we are. Argh.
So, time to rearrange, come up with new ideas. I got until tomorrow.