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Thursday, December 30, 2004
I don't know what to call this one
I want to start off this entry with a little explanation. I have tended, in the year and a half I've been keeping this online journal, to keep it light in mood, or at least to focus it on the ins and outs of my daily life, rather than on large-scale world issues. I don't know why it started that way, but that's the way it's gone. I am not oblivious to these issues in real life. I do not ignore them. My heart is breaking for the tragedy in south Asia, especially for the parents who've lost children, and vice versa. I suppose I feel inadequate to do justice to things like that in writing; maybe that's why 99% of my posts here are full of frothy self-deprecating attempts at humor, instead of serious things that affect us all.
Now, back to your regularly scheduled shallow entry:
I feel guilty being happy about weather that is causing damage in other places. I really do. And I'm especially sorry for people in Southern California where apparently nobody knows how to drive if the roads are damp. Because they're, um, more than damp now. Bad days for you guys, no? And then there's my poor T, for whom this weather just means working in the snow instead of working in bright sunny sixty-five-degree conditions. Sorry, sweetie. But I AM LOVING THIS WEATHER. I am not having the best of days, hormonally-speaking, and I have to take the ashes out of the woodstove every other day because of the constant need for fires, and this wire-cage sign we'd made for Christmas fell over on our roof in the wind and I'm actually losing sleep worrying about what it might be doing to the shingles but I can't go up on the roof in this wind to fix it, and I keep hearing this mysterious noise like a fog horn which is either really quiet and very nearby (like, say, the sign sliding slowly down the roof, pulling off shingles as it goes?) or really loud and far away, in which case I got nothing. And I stayed up till 2 am last night doing a jigsaw puzzle and I don't even particularly like jigsaw puzzles. But even with all of this, I am in a state of glee because the wind is literally roaring outside and the snow level's supposed to get down to 3500 feet tomorrow (which still doesn't mean snow for us, but oh well), and there's not a single day in the seven-day forecast with no rain in it. I am TOTALLY going to bundle up and go out in this weather today, just to feel the force of the wind and the cold on my face when I get out of the car, and for the pleasure of coming home to a warm house (well, and to take back library books and get the mail, too). My life is so good, and don't think I don't know how blessed I am.
