Snow!
I am deathly ill. I can’t speak above a murmur, and staying awake for more than half an hour makes my eyes sting. I have contracted the Plague, as I like to call it, and I am utterly sure that mommy and Denise are thanking their lucky stars that they don’t have my contagious self right now. (I’m cursing my unlucky stars that I will therefore NOT get any feel-better tea. Hmm…maybe I’ll go to Retro-Food and see if I can make some… it won’t be the same though.) But I digress. What I mean to say is:
more than the NyQuil my dad had me take
more than the popsicle Lizzy gave me
more than the bitter tea Joe made me that actually worked
more than any of those,
waking up, and seeing snow, made me feel awesome.
Even though it’s cold and wet and unpleasant to walk in, it has the power to make me sit up and shout at the top of my lungs (which is currently much quieter than usual), “Oh my gosh!” The first big snow is magical to me, even though by the third big snow, I’ll be counting days until spring. I figure that it’s Gilmore Girls that has ingrained in me this love of first snow…thanks, Denise.
I guess we in Illinois can top dreaming of a white Christmas…unless it gets really hot, really soon, we’ll have one.
December 17th, 2011Topic: Life, Ramblings Tags: Life
December 17th, 2011 at 10:55 am
Bah humbug.
Snow is the only thing I do not agree with Lorelai about. I blame Emily and Richard for the trauma she faced as a child which led to her confusion about snow.
I don’t know who to blame for your confusion. Oh wait. Maybe I do — and it’s not me, that’s for sure.
Sorry you’re sick – but you’d darn well better not be sick when you arrive here, I’m tired of catching the crud from you. Heh.