Snow Day
I woke up before the plow this morning. That’s rather an anomaly. Normally the first thing I hear is it’s grumbling scratches putter down the road and I think, "Plows mean it’s snowing!" Such thoughts will pop me out a nice warm bed to view the beautiful winter scene, and what can you do once you’re out of bed and thinking vivid and coherent thoughts? Take a shower. Lucidity cycles do not allow for such rapid revolutions.But I didn’t hear the plow this morning. I just rolled over in bed and opened my eyes and thought, "it looked nothing like this yesterday. They really are going to cancel classes." At that point, and we’re talking like 7:00 here, the plow hadn’t even been through yet. Such is not normal. The road was two little tan strips running parallel to each other. Even worse, there were cars on it.
Which, when you think about it, is a very mean thing to do to your car. It’s not quite stripping it naked and then sticking it in a huge pile with other naked cars, but it’s torture nonetheless. It is much more thoughtful (and Valentines Day is coming up, so thoughtful is the name of the game) to stay at home and bake cookies and drink cocoa. We’re also talking fabulous snow man/snowball fight weather. Final choice, why not pull up a book, say The World of Physics vol. II, and a cup of green tea. Get your noodle in shape.
Where did that come from, by the way? Why do we call a brain a noodle singular, like it’s only one?
Bonus question, Why does something need to be in the wrong place AND be there at the wrong time? Isn’t one of those mistakes enough? Perhaps the answer lies in spacetime.
But back to your car, for the love of it (or yourself or your family) just leave it in the driveway. It’s not going to mind, and it might even thank you for a nice day of hibernation. Come up with a good pair of winter boots, and take the stairs… metaphorically speaking that is. Or literally take the stairs, or both. Either way it’s a good idea.
Tune in next time on The Young And The Mice of Guiding Light General Hospital, when we’ll hear Sarah say, "so what’s the first derivative of a chess set again?"
posted by Sarah Eliza @ 7:40 AM
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