Oh bother … I’m behind again, aren’t I? Sigh.
It is, however, a snow day.
Remember snow days? We use to live for snow days … the first sight of a flake and we were earnestly praying for bucket loads … snow us in if you have to, just PLEASE do not make us go to school! And when they’d finally make the announcement that our school was, indeed, closed … it was nothing short of miraculous … a whole, free day to play!
As an adult, it’s nothing of the sort.
Now some of you may be under the impression that I have a good attitude about the snow. Uh-uh. No way. I do try. And I do a mighty fine job, if I do say so myself … until I have to chisel my windshields, drive in it alongside crazy people … and shovel … OH, the shoveling!!!
Last week I’m fairly certain I was a sight to behold. Because not only was it snow … but ice beneath the snow … with the occasional wind gust that would blow the shovelled snow back into my face. And you must know, there are a few neighbors who probably wonder about me to begin with. I rarely leave for work. There are days when I’m holed up in the house all day … and when I emerge, I’m pasty white and squinting in the brightness of the day. Vampire, perhaps? There’s really no way of knowing.
Now, suddenly, there I am out in the driveway, trying to will my puny arms to shovel mounds of snow … sliding … flailing … exclaiming a few choice words. At one point I actually threw my shovel down and exclaimed to the heavens, “I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE ALLURE!” No doubt said neighbors were peeking through the window, pointing, and saying, “Good heavens! Look at the crazy neighbor woman now! ”
Thankfully for us all, there are moments like this morning … when the snow falls as dainty confetti … and the world is filled with peace.
Since I’m sitting here, snug as a bug in a rug … sipping coffee, surrounded by Christmas lights … I’ll focus on the fact that this is the perfect weather get stuff done–write a Christmas letter, sign cards, wrap presents, bake a cookie or two. But I cannot guarantee such feelings will last once I get out in it. Just so you know.
And what about you? How are you faring on this first day of December?