Andy: Okay, this isn’t fun anymore.
Me: [turns around from computer] What?
Andy: I’ve been dancing around the kitchen trying to see how long it would take you notice. It’s been over four minutes.
Month: January 2009 Page 1 of 5
Andy: Okay, this isn’t fun anymore.
Lots on my mind lately… I’ll elaborate more later. For now, I will confess: I jumped on the bandwagon. The Poladroid bandwagon, to be more specific. I love the look of these fake Polaroid pics, i.e., Faux-laroids.
First is from Seabrook Shipyard in Kemah, TX, where my parents keep our sailboat. Second and third are from Parque del Buen Retiro in Madrid, Spain, where I fell in love.
Okay, tonight I realized this Good, Bad, Ugly format inherently ends on negative notes, so I’m going out of order.
Bad: The roads. Still. At least the local ones. Interstates have been cleared for the most part, but there’s quite a bit of ice and snow covering the little streets by my house and office. I blame that for my coworker Jeremy’s ability to talk me into buying a Subaru for my next car.
Ugly: Andy getting home at 1:30 a.m. last night thanks to the bad weather. Apparently someone decided plowing I-75 between Dayton and Cincinnati just wasn’t that important.
Good: Neighborliness. These past couple of days, I’ve witnessed more acts of neighborliness in any one period than I have… well, ever, I think. Complete strangers lending a hand — or more likely a shovel — to stranded motorists. It’s hard work, and there’s nothing in it for them. These are small acts of kindness, but they move me in a big way.
Originally I had a deep, philosophical entry planned for today, but things change. Kind of like how I went to bed early with the intention of getting eight good hours of sleep, but then Riley decided to go on a barking spree at 3 in the morning. Thanks, pup.
Today my plans — ALL OF THEM — were derailed by what I termed a “mini blizzard.” Hamilton County later termed it a “Level 3 Snow Emergency,” meaning that no cars should be out on the road, but of course that was TWO HOURS after I drove to work.
It took me 30 minutes to chip through the 1″ thick layer of ice around my car this morning. Another 10 minutes to get up the long upward sloping driveway that leads out of our complex. I got stuck behind a salt truck, who got stuck near the top of the hill, so I stayed near the middle while another car waited at the bottom. The salt truck waved me on. I attempted to drive. No go. I waved the other car on. They got all the way up to the salt truck, then had to reverse all the way back down. Everyone sort of looked at each other like, What now? So I reversed down the hill and worked up some momentum to reach the top. As I was ascending, the salt truck was coming back down and a man on the back yelled to me with some attitude: “USE YOUR FOUR WHEEL DRIVE!”
Hey, why didn’t I think of that?
Oh yeah. BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE FOUR WHEEL DRIVE, F#CKER!
Geez. I may be from Texas, but I do have a brain. Give me some credit.
I had already called both my bosses by this point, but neither picked up, so I decided I better go to work just in case. Well, I was about five minutes away from the office when one of my bosses called and told me to stay home. Uh, thanks.
Margot and Kate were already at work, and my other boss came in shortly after. The four of us hung around for a bit, then received word about the Level 3 declaration. Boss #2 let us go home, but Kate had to wait for her husband (they carpool) so Margot and I stayed with her. We baked cinnamon rolls, and that pretty much made up for coming in unnecessarily.
Driving home was slightly better, although still not great. My car got stuck while trying to park, but I was too tired to dig myself a path. Sticking out and crooked will have to do.
(That’s what she said!)
So now I’m safe and warm at home, eating soup and wearing my Powerpuff Girls toe socks. I sound bitter and grumpy, but I’m not. (Or at least, not a lot.) I did drop the f-bomb more times today than I have in like six weeks combined, but that was mostly for dramatic effect. Truth is, I’m rather proud of myself. Like the title says, for a Texan, I kicked ass today.
For any writer who needs a pick-me-up, check out how difficult the road to publication was for Jane Austen. I had no idea!
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Sweet Sy is giving away cute jewelry at her blog. Head on over to her post about aspirations and enter for your chance to win!
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Last night I found out I was accepted to the week-long Writer’s Workshop run by the Kenyon Review. There are a lot of reasons I want to go (learning, networking, “vacationing,” etc.) and only one thing holding me back: the cost. It’s not prohibitive, but it sure makes you do a double-take. Like, is this really worth it?
But I think the only way I can answer that is by going and finding out for myself.
I did resort to a shameless sidebar plug in the hopes that a philanthropic literature-loving sugar daddy will stumble across my blog and decide to donate. More realistically, I’ll just hope that the Google ads get more interesting to folks. Even more realistically, I’ll start saving.
(Also: if anyone has attended this workshop, or one similar, and has any thoughts, I’d love to hear!)