snow in my boots and in my car

SNOW DAY!

Technically we were open at noon, however, my little Canadian Corolla got stuck, yet again. Maybe I'm just not good at maneuvering in the large snow drifts, or maybe it's because they wait forever to plow our place and that's lame. I also remembered that I needed to drive up to CR to the clinic - let me tell you, that was a trip. Visibility was next to nothing, because the snow has started up again and my windshield wipers are crap.

And then my car got stuck again when I got home and tried to park. I had to hoof the snow out of the way and as a result, major snow in my hiking boots and in my car.

Even with all my griping about the snow, there's something fun about the way that our sidewalk is becoming a tunnel and the huge piles of snow everwhere I go. I think we're making up for the last couple of snowless months.

With all the snow, I get a little bombarded with memories of when I was younger. Memories of snow days when my whole family would stay home, eat popcorn and watch movies. These days were always a little bit more special than other times we'd spend together, because there's something magical about the fact that you can't go anywhere. Memories of snow pants and sledding down the 'Knox' hill (I don't think it's there anymore...I don't even think Knox exists anymore), and memories of hot cocoa, warming houses and building snow forts. Once, Alison and I built an entire house in my front yard. Not with a roof, mind you, but at least four rooms with beds, couches and chairs, etc. It was awesome.

I miss being a kid sometimes.

Quote o' the day:

"I can believe anything, provided that it is quite incredible." -Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891