Sunday, February 12, 2006
It Snowed After All!
Thank the gods for the snow because when I woke up this morning I was all depressed, thinking about my hopeless future, my hopeless past, my hopeless present - you know, the works, the entire (if I may steal from Beck) Soy Un Perdidor baby, so why don't you kill me shtick. But then I realized that it had actually seriously snowed over night and decades of conditioning sprang into play and I was joyously happy and I jumped out of bed in my horrible grubby red plaid fleece pajama bottoms & pulled on my boots & went out and took pictures of the snow.
Yes, decades of conditioning: snow day means no school means a long vacation day of playing in the snow & sipping coffee with whiskey and making a long and slow and elaborate dinner to warm up the kitchen. It's holiday in the purest sense, complete freedom not only from responsibility but also from any guilt attendant on not taking care of said responsibilities. See, yeah, okay, I don't do anything any day. But usually I feel guilty about it. On a snow day? I can do nothing guilt free. I might be a perdidor baby, but today I have a get out of jail free card.