Snow Days

I am reluctant to say it out loud, because it goes against what it is to be Canadian. It may be possible to have too many Snow Days.

Powerful winter storms have been roaring up the East Coast from Georgia, of all places, almost weekly, since the beginning of the year. Today once again everything skidded to a halt. There wasn't a bit of anything going on. Each house was hermetically sealed. All were at ready to lose electricity, water and phone again. Wood fires burn, bath tubs are full, and important and unimportant calls have been made. In this house at least, there was the loss of nothing, but patience.

"Bored" is a word I detest. The world is filled with so many possibilities, it just doesn't seem right to declare there is nothing to do. At the cottage when my children were small, there was always the threat of enrolment in a nearby town's Baptist Vacation Bible Camp if they ever uttered the dreaded word. So I didn't let myself utter the word today.

"But"(another of my less favourite words), it was some nasty outside. The wind drilled those itty bitty ice pieces right into uncovered skin. If there had been sun, the whole world would have dazzled. As it was there were many beautiful untaken pictures all around. I chose the no pain no gain option.

I trudged up the hill to share a cup of tea with my longtime friend. Our conversations, that are usually so filled with fun and nonsense, seemed to be mired in wilted political chatter. I knew we were in trouble as we watched a fishing show on Eastlink, the local cable television show. There was nothing to do, but return to my house for an unneeded nap, with my restless dogs.

Bedtime is mercifully looming. I plan to sleep the night away with bright spirits in greenness and summer frocks, to wake up to fully appreciate the winter wonderland outside my window.