Have you ever seen the movie “Groundhog Day”? Bill Murray plays a journalist who wakes up day after day only to find that it’s still the same day: Groundhog Day. It’s a frustrating, hilarious scenario and a great movie.
The past three weeks have been a “Groundhog Day” of sorts for me. I keep traveling up to Boston from New York City only to find that school has been canceled due to snow. I spend my days indoors, sleeping late and catching up on work. (The fact that this is my second blog post in 2015 and it’s only February says something given my past record of posting.) This week was even crazier: not only did both days of school get canceled because of the snow, but my Sunday night gig with Colin Stack at the Lily Pad in Cambridge was also postponed to a future date. I drove up Saturday night to avoid the snow (which, incidentally, began falling the moment I hit the Massachusetts border – I am not making this up) only to find out on Sunday that there was no gig, followed by there being no school.
The craziest part of this is that there are still students I haven’t met. Yesterday I finally got on Google Hangouts and taught two of these three students their first guitar lesson of the semester. They’re great kids and I think that once we can get into a groove (once it stops snowing!) things will be fantastic.
Boston received a record snowfall for a two-week span of time, an amount of snow bigger than the famous Blizzard of ’78 (which is saying something because that was EPIC). Out of eight days of teaching this semester I’ve taught only two-and-a-half days due to the weather. It’s truly insane, the amount of snow and what it looks like out there:
It’s been great catching up on things, but I really miss teaching. Next week is supposed to be clear on the days I’m teaching, so hopefully we can finally get started on the semester. I love snow, but this is too much.