Saturday, December 19, 2009

Snow Day

I'm freshly showered, wearing black underthings and am snowed in with my boyfriend. Too bad he is busy playing Halo with his best friend who struggled up the street in the driving snow to take a break from his wife and three snow covered kids.

Eh. I guess you can't have it all.

The East coast is mired in a major snowstorm - the first one we've seen here in several years, so people are going ape shit. The weather dude is calling it the "Beast from the East." Seriously. But whatever, it is a great chance to sit in and do absolutely nothing. Which I really need to do. And having a boy to do it with is an extra nice bonus. Also a bonus, the fireplace, which just got lit.

We stayed in bed extra late this morning - no reason to get up because we weren't going anywhere in either of our small, compact cars. We watched some 24-hour a day snow reports "They are out of shovels at home depot, Cliff! That's right. There is a shovel shortage..." Then shoveled the driveway and sidewalk. Then, went sledding.

He was a bit skeptical at first. Me: "Let's go sledding!!" Him: "I haven't been sledding since I was 12.." "The snow isn't good." "Its too cold" It took a little working up to it, but we went walking with my plastic boat sled from 1987 and my inflatable tube sled from decades ago (can't believe it still held air) and found a street with a decent hill to sled on, which happened to be right in front of his Halo friend's house. It was slow going. The snow is powdery and dry. And we are heavy and old. These things did not go real well together. But after slowly making a track, we had ourselves a nice slick run. Too bad it ran into a mailbox and a car. Whatever.

We were sledding for maybe an hour and a half, maybe two, and then ran out of steam. I mean, we are adults after all. Walking uphill in the snow is exhausting! And it was freezing. And after numerous faceplants into a snowdrift, my scarf was filled with snow and making my neck cold. We drank some spiked hot chocolate at the friends house, and made our way back to Prof's.

The Halo game is over and his friend has left. Prof is now strumming his 12-string guitar and the fire is burning. And I'm blogging. I'm silly. Think I'm going to grab a glass of red wine and make some use of this storm.

5 comments:

Katy said...

I just read the blog out loud to Patrick b/c he was asking why I was in here snickering. He said, "Awww, she sounds so happy." :) Then he said, "I can get out of my driveway in my big American gas-guzzling truck." He's happy too. For the first time in his life, he can go play in the snow with the big boys...in his truck...not an old man car.

Love Cynic said...

Any chance he feels like driving up here?! I haven't seen a plow all day, and I'm beginning to fear I may be snowed in here way longer than I had anticipated...

Katy said...

Oh, I'm sure HE would LOVE to drive up there. Too bad his nagging wife won't let him. I'm going positively stir crazy...but am still way to lazy to update either of my blogs.

Ms Behaviour said...

This totally made me smile. Thanks :)

erin said...

hooray for wine and fires and snow days! Merry Christmas to you, LC. (I refuse to say Happy Holidays this year, I do not know why I'm being so stubborn.)