Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Snow days...

We just had our first snow of the year... there were flurries Sunday but last night we got a decent dusting.
The thing is, snow is only cool when you are in school and there is a chance you might get out of going-- after you graduate, snow is just a nuisance... We no longer build snowmen, have snowball fights or make snow angels. Now we just worry about driving in it or losing power or being trapped at home without stuff; concerned mothers calling their grown children telling them to run out and buy milk and bread at the first sight of a snowflake, making it a pain in the rear for casual shoppers who actually need something...
I have never been an outdoors person-- I did go through a phase when I was a tot where I wanted to be Tarzan, and I was jumping from tree to tree in my "loincloth", but aside from that, the only time I ever really enjoyed being outside for more than two minutes was when it snowed.
I was a wild child and snow was like fuel for me. I would just go apeshit, throwing myself in it, doing stupid things like running barefoot through it until I couldn't feel my feet, eating snow until I had to pee (sometimes making the dreaded "yellow snow"), writing cryptic messages on the hillside, burrowing under the drifts and hiding, waiting for someone to walk by (no one ever did), building a vast army of snowmen and snowwomen (never as cool as the ones in 'Calvin and Hobbes' though) and throwing snowballs at people and dogs from behind my kick-ass snowfort(s)... Sometimes more than my feet were bare-- I never have been fond of clothing and I was one of those children that mothers have to chase through the yard trying to get them to put their clothes back on, even when it was cold enough for icicles to hang off my.......................... nose.
Now I just look out there and think, "Crap, hope we don't lose power/water/phone-- better make sure I have enough cigarettes". I miss those crazy carefree days... even if my loincloth never comes out of retirement, I may still run barefoot through the next big snow we get... just for old time's sake.

3 comments:

Booksteve said...

This may be my favorite of your posts to date. You were so descriptive I could actually imagine you out there burrowed in the snow. I love snow, too. Always have but I'm not really sure why. I don't have a single memory of playing in it the way you did...not one. Never built forts,threw snowballs, made snowmen or snow angels or anything like that. I still love snow though...when I don't have to drive in it. I'm glad you do, too.

joe bloke said...

yeah, we've been waiting for the snow over here. it keeps threatening to fall, but just doesn't seem to want to. the missus, she gets all excited when it snows. me, I just sit by the window being grumpy. guess that's what it means to be a grumpy old man, 'ey?

oh, yeah, and I'm with 'Steve on this one. that was really cool.

Lisa_mynx said...

thanks, guys...