Winter Week

So lets start with Thursday shall we....

Everyone said it would snow, that is just something that happens around this season. I thought nothing of it. I begin my journey to work. The world looked lost and desolate , no one in sight with pitch black clouds in the sky. I should have taken heed of such an obvious warning, but alas I merrily went along to work. I get to my half way point, stopped in my tracks by the traffic light and cars zooming by me. "Oh look it's sprinkling!" My mind racing with excitement from the elements. As I'm generally amazed when it begins to do anything weather related, aside from sunny and clear skies. I get three fourths of the way to work, and it begins to start a spit fire of rain/snow. I get to work and dry off, thankful for the fact that I missed the worst of it.

All day at work I prepare myself for an onslaught of snow. This place that I usually can't wait to step out of has me begging to stay till The Gods are done with their handy work. My pride stops me from seeking out help ; it's gonna get me killed someone (just you watch). Alas, friends to the rescue - maybe they realize I wouldn't dare ask? I'm saved from my blizzard filled dreams (Not the Dairy Queen kind) as I step into the moving fortress. The world around me covered in white. The flakes mimic debris as we pass five people, one holding a baby, on the street waiting for a bus out of their current existence. "I saw a man walking down the street and wanted to pick him up, but then I realized I can't pick everyone up." Michael says calmly. I ponder this statement, wondering why we actually live in a world where the statement is true. I question why I'm numb to people that go through the same things and troubles as myself. I'm relieved and grateful that I was someone they could pick up. I'll look back on this moment and know that I'm a little loved. I'm surrounded by nothing but good energy, even when blizzards stop me in my tracks. This reminds me of the fact that I haven't done a snowfro this winter!

Alas, since the weather was dismal I stayed here in larryville. Yes, that's right ; I sat in my empty apartment for Christmas. I still beg to say it was the best decision ever. I convinced my mother that it's in her best interests to not come and get me during a blizzard... To a normal person it would be a no brainer, but to a mother it's inconceivable. I wonder if the brain overloads itself in situations like this for the parent. It's so amazing the resolve parents, at least mine, have for getting something done when it comes to their progeny. Reason won in the end, no matter how hard The Gods struggled with me on this one. The day went by fairly quickly, probably since I stayed up till 6am playing my game of thoughtless wonder only to awake at noon. Slightly refreshed, I start my day with food and the two gifts left to me by some friends. The silence of the apartment is just what the doctor ordered. Sometimes , I get overwhelmed by it all. The working in retail (where constant clamor and emotion comes at you non stop), roommate mingling, and coffee shop dates. It gets taxing as you slowly realize your feet can't keep up. The empathic code is crumbling under the pressure of so much energy, So much energy I love to devour. But this silence, my silence, cures everything. The blank slate restored yet again. Later that evening, I think of braving the weather out of boredom to visit a friend. It failed, My willpower did not match the strength of the snow. I possibly needed more pushing or in this case shoveling. The day goes on, I stay up till 4 and sleep to the sound of Puppetmaster. (I would like to be one someday.)

The fated Saturday, the day I'm supposed to go into work. I get up, talk to my mom about the days events. "I'd much prefer you call in," She says concerned and concrete, "if they don't like it ; we'll take it from there." I hang up the phone and make my way to the front door. I open it, wind gusting through, and see the world for all of its horrific beauty. Snow covers the world, as if the ice age hit twice over. I take it all in, turn around and shut the door behind me. I slowly pick up my phone, weight the decision I'm about to make and call into work. I hang up and my brain jumps for joy ; I have just given myself a three day weekend. I call my parent and relay the good news, she excited at the decision says she's coming up to give me food. One hour later, my kitchen is full of nothing but deliciousness. Homemade love on a platter. We hug, say our short good byes, and wish it could last longer. But we both know reality is too strong for now, no time to worry about the things that pop up in our heads on a whim. Unless it's of course driving across the highway to give your son a hug, a kiss, and a bag full of food.

This is ultimately the story of how I got myself a THREE FUCKING DAY WEEKEND. I love winter, even more when it snows.