Snow days...

It's been snowing on and off here for awhile...one day the sky was crowded with big fluffy white clouds, little dark grey clouds, and an ominous sheet of yellow- tinted clouds. I got up the next morning and the sky was completely clear, but by the time I got to the bus snow was falling in huge flakes from a gray sky...all day with Arnold it was on and off...(Arnold: "You aren't allowed to run when I throw snowballs at you!!!) once I looked out the window and could see it falling hard in the field next to us but nothing right in front of the window...

That night I went to Ash Wednesday mass up in Mont St. Aignan (a big plateau next to the Seine valley that Rouen is in) and had adoration at the aumonerie...

I came up from the basement chapel and everyone is crowded around the window. Apparently it' s snowed quite a bit since we went down into the chapel and there is a great deal of discussion as to whether anyone will be able to drive home down the hill.

I was tired and not understanding much of the buzz, and I don't even know how to walk home from the aumonerie, much less in the dark and the snow...I try to wait patiently until people start doing something but everyone keeps standing around, until finally people start to drift out the door, at which point, tears welling up in my eyes (because yeah, I'm really tired and cranky and I don't know what's going on) I turn and ask Pere Andre what we are doing. He has just returned from a scouting expedition and apparently learned from a motercycle driving up the mountain that he should be able to make it down...It wasn't until we'd puttered along down the hill at 5mph for awhile that I asked him whether he'd be able to get back up again...He answers in his cheery way that if he can't he'll just pull over and sleep in the van...

Wow. A priestly model of Christ on earth! I feel so selfish...

I hope he got home...it was really really cold...