After the Holidays

I always feel so relieved after Christmas. I like seeing my family, but not all at once, not with presents, and not after too much wine. Drinking your way through the holidays only makes things easier on you in the short term--later you have to deal with all the dumb shit you said when you were pouring everyone's water!

I am just really enjoying the time off. I cleaned my little house and today my new bed was delivered. For the first time ever, I will sleep on something other people didn't spend 20 years sleeping on first!



Another good thing is that I got my digital camera! I am still figuring out how to use it properly, but just having it around is so much fun. I'm running around like a typical new camera owner trying to take really artistic photos in hopes that I can quit my day job and become some digital print artist. At least I am having fun and hopefully some of the more important times in my life will be documented finally...especially my trip to Oahu!!!! That's something to look forward to!

DEAR GOD OF SNOW:
I am still here. Haven't written in ages. Awaiting the digital camera that will inspire me to write more often.

We've gotten some beautiful snow lately and all I want to do is take a photo and post just the snow to my blog. The picture of snow is all I need to say.

It started coming down in dusty flakes just getting pushed around the sky. More white, more falling fatter flakes that just kept coming down down down. I looked out a second story window towards the sky and all I could see was snow flakes flying at the window like stars in space flight. The sun can't shine through miles of cloud cover. Vitamin D can't permeate our winter comforter.

The sun broke through for an hour two days ago. One third grader shouted, "It's summer!" and everyone in the class got really excited. Sun is so rare here that these poor souls thought the seasons had actually changed.

I am beginning my snow ritual...a NorEaster is coming our way this weekend and we need to concentrate on making the perfect storm.

Dear God,
Let it snow late Sunday night so suddenly and with so much force that the department of transportation gets snowed into their garages. Let everyone panic. Let there be a state of emergency declared and roads shut down--salt supplies depleted, cars buried. Let me don my cross country skis and spend my Monday playing in the snow instead of sitting at work. This might seem like a selfish prayer, oh Lord, but saving the world from a cranky reading teacher benefits us all.
Sincerely,
Angela