Growing up in New Mexico, snow has, for the most part been pretty magical to me. Once, when we were really little, it snowed in the middle of the night, and so my mom went out and built a snowman at like 2am [she's so cool].
We RARELY got full snow days.
We SOMETIMES got a 2 hour delay [by that time, the sun had shown it's beautiful face and the white fluffy stuff had melted away].
But now that I live in northern Indiana, I find the snow is my nemisis. There's seriously like, 4 feet of snow drift/pile in my front yard, and all together, it's snowed probably a good foot and a half in the rest of the yard. Friday school was canceled [where I teachers aid], yesterday Ronald didn't think I should drive in it [he walked to a gamers thing he's participating in this weekend], and today, considering our road is still not plowed, and I'm pretty sure I'd get stuck just getting out of my parking spot on the road, I went ahead and skipped church.
But here's the thing. While I enjoy the occasional snow day, I HATE being trapped in my house for 3 solid days!
Tomorrow Ronald leaves for Las Vegas for work [seriously, why does he get all the fun!], and he's thinking that there's a good chance school will be canceled again... and then it's going to be -15* at some point in the next few days, so I probably need to get my ass to the grocery store so I can actually survive not only being alone the next few days, but also eating.
The best snow day I can remember was when I lived on Broadway with 3 others, and 2 other friends just down the road. I don't remember all the details of the day, but we didn't go to work, and instead walked to the grocery store across the street, built an igloo in the backyard, and just generally had a kick ass day.
As I was reminiscing this morning, it got me to thinking why I was so not happy this weekend. And really, it's because I've been alone for so many hours. I don't do good with alone. I hope that the next place we live is somewhere within walking distance to a friend... or that we make friends with neighbors, that'd be swell too. I just do so much better when people are in my day.
BUT, I have accomplished many tasks in the hours and hours I've spent cooped up in this small house:
-vacuumed [okay, only half the house, cause the freakin vacuum crapped out]
-dyed some clothes
-finished editing a wedding
-packaged disks up to mail out
-packaged albums up to mail out
-watched like, 8 episodes of Girls
-dusted
-did 3 loads of laundry
-watched Parenthood
-blogged photos
So at least I feel somewhat accomplished. I do think, however, we might need to budget in a January/February trip to see my parents or Ronald's mom next year... and probably every year following that we're living in the north. This lack of sun, isolation, and cold weather just doesn't do me good :(.
I am doing everything I know though, to keep me going. Working out [when I can freaking get there], tanning [at the workout facility], and taking vitamins and trying to plan hang outs with friends.
And when I actually think about it, I do have some amazing things planned in the next few months: Avetts in Springfield in February, and we just booked a trip to Phoenix mid March, and then in April I'm headed down to Indy for a BBMK workshop pt 2. So all good things to keep me going. Just gotta keep putting one foot in front of the other, and remembering that this too shall pass.
-mrp-
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