What do you do when there is 6” of snow on the ground, your car is covered and you couldn’t get out of the parking lot if it wasn’t?
The first thing – I slept late. It felt good to loll in the bed and know nobody’s going to come to the door because they can’t get out of their house either. When I finally do get up, I spent time at the windows looking at the pristine scene outside and wonder if I should go out the glass doors. There is after all, a three foot icicle handing from the roof. I know it could be deadly if it hit me in the right spot. (Oh, good introduction to a mystery plot.)
After I had my fill of looking, I made coffee and wondered why I didn’t pick up something easy for breakfast when I was fighting the crowd for milk and cat food the night before. Ah, there’s a slice of raisin bread left. Toast it and smear it with some peanut butter and I’ll have a nursing meal. Close enough to one anyway.
With a cup of coffee and my toast I go to the computer – thank goodness the power didn’t go off – and check email. I have 52 messages. 32 of them are advertisements telling me how I can make a fortune on all these different websites, get 140 million dollars form a guy in Africa who only wants my bank info to send it to me, meet that special man or woman who will fulfill all my dreams and fantasies, or how to extend the warranty on my 10 year old car with 108,000 miles on it. But worst of all, I have two rejections from publishers and one from an agent. I suck up and read the funny, off color jokes my cousin in WV sent me.
It’s 11:00 AM and I’ve thought of a dozen places I need to go. The snow hasn’t budged because it’s 15 degrees out there. I’m scared to drive when it’s raining, not to mention ice and snow. So why not make snow cream?
I get a big pot and slip out under the huge icicle and fill it from the top of my heat pump. The cat runs when I drop a handful on his nose on the way back in. I made my snow cream, ate a bowl full, froze the rest for July and go back to the computer. I work for a while on my WIP but for some reason I can’t stay focused.
Now what? A friend sent me an invite to join Facebook. What is it and why haven’t I been on it? Okay, I’m on it now. Only took 6 and a half hours to get my photo to load. Picked up a few other friends and some relatives.
It’s 8:00 PM. I go heat a bowl of soup for supper. Back at the computer I delve into the writing. It’s flowing better now. At midnight I run out of steam. I look at my email again and see a new invite to meet that special person. I almost do it, but resist the temptation. Instead I go to bed before I do something out of character for me.
Snow days have always made me do crazy things.
How did your day go?