Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice,
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
“Fire and Ice” by Robert Frost
Monday morning I woke up at four am to my husband yammering about something. Turned out he was talking into his cell phone. He’s a mechanic for the city police, and his boss was telling him to go put on snow tires. At four am. So the cops would be safe. The mechanic working on said cars? Eh, whatever.
So he got ready to trudge the normally fifteen minute drive (which would take an hour this time) as I looked at the window. And what to my wondering eye would appear? No, not reindeer. Just a heck of a lot of snow. Gobs is the right terminology I think. Gobs of freaking snow on the ground, and snow blowing through the air like billions of tiny flakes of dandruff. You’re welcome for that imagery. I specialize in this sort of stuff.
Like poet Robert Frost. Get it? Frost? And the poem is all about cold and destruction? I know; I chose perfectly. I think it’s supposed to mean something else entirely, something profound, but for me, today, it meant a snow day trapped in my house with the Things. Oh, sure, at first I was happy. I saw, at four am, that the schools were closed. No word on the university. I made several internal threats that they had better be closed, or else I’d get mad and no one else would care. So there! And I went back to bed.
At six am, I woke up again and checked the T.V. I waited as the school closings scrolled across the screen. There was school after school after school . . . who cares? Where’s mine, huh? Finally, it reported the university closed. YES! I was about as happy as I was as a kid when they announced a snow day. No work! Hooray! It’s not like I had a test or anything I was dreading, just work that I didn’t happen to feel like doing. Worse, I didn’t feel like getting to work, which even on fair weather days is an extraordinary pain in the butt.
So after bouncing on my bed a few times, I ate breakfast, checked the computer, and went back to bed. Bed is GREAT on cold days. I highly recommend it. Then the Things got up. I forgot to take the idea of the Things and me entrapped in a closed space together for several hours into account. It turned out to be a not very nice thing. The whole thing got off with a bang when Thing Two woke up her sister, who freaked out because OMG we were not going to school and Mom are you sure it’s closed? Yes, I was sure. I mean, like I’d just decide none of us would go anywhere for no reason? Dream about it yes, but not actually do it.
So then we were all awake. And the Wii remotes were dead. No Wii. Crap. They plugged them into the charger that takes roughly 81 hours to recharge things. Then Thing One claimed the kid’s computer. Thing Two was annoyed that she was not being entertained. I had Thing One get off the kid’s computer. This works for roughly ten minutes until Thing One, compelled like metal to a super magnet, snaps right back in front of the computer. It’s like she can’t help it. I don’t know where she gets that compulsion from, but it sure is annoying. Especially since she doesn’t do useful stuff like blogging. She plays something called Animal Jam, which apparently is some form of computer crack, because she would play it 24 hours a day if you let her.
So Thing One and Thing Two played together for a while. Usually they play pretty well together for two kids four years apart. Not today. No, today consisted of screeching, crying, poking, yelling, and stomping. And that was just what I was doing. Chores were assigned and reluctantly completed. Outside the snow continued to blow. I decided God seriously needs some dandruff control shampoo.
I cooked my fabulous specialty of Kraft macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets for lunch. Strangely enough, Thing One ate the macaroni. Normally I do not have the Mac n Cheese magic touch that her grandmother possesses. It’s boxed mac n cheese. I feel as if I have let down all woman kind because I can’t even make that right. Oh, well. Today, though, she ate it. Maybe she was afraid of the shrieking.
I’m trying to remember what all happened in between various crisis. I guess I slept. There was a Nook emergency in which Thing Two lost some of her art work that was destined for greatness (I’m sure it was at least as good as most of the stuff in the galleries these days). But it disappeared! This is why I recommend markers and paper. That doesn’t’ disappear as easily. What am I saying? Like anyone could find a marker in the house. Or paper for that matter.
We played the Sims on computer. It’s like an animated dollhouse and a whale of a lot of fun. You can kill them in lots of awesome ways. Um, and you can make a family and stuff too! Our current family was the monster family and consisted of a Sim werewolf, a plant person, a girl we were trying to get bitten by a vampire, a zombie, and a zombie clown. We were going to have the clown be a ghost after having him get eaten by the giant plant in the backyard, but that didn’t work so we made him a zombie instead. Anyway, this was fun until Thing One was attracted back to Animal Jam on the other computer. This annoyed me. Apparently Sims monsters were not entertaining enough. Not enough computer crack.
There was more arguing and pouting and then the Wii remotes started working again, yea Hallelujah, and they played Star Wars and randomly shot at stuff. I checked my blogs. I spoke to my husband, stuck off putting on snow tires that he would then have to strip off the very next day. Sort of like Sisyphus and his rock. Look it up. Anyway, he wasn’t certain if he’d get done in time to make it home. I informed him that if he didn’t, the children might be head first in the snow outside. I mostly was kidding.
Finally, the blizzard let up, and we were going to go outside, but I couldn’t find my other snow boot that has quit repelling water anyway. I am always prepared for emergencies. Still, I was able to take a picture of Hoth, the ice planet from Star Wars that currently made up our backyard. Here is a scene with Luke Skywalker finding a giant Yoda bobblehead in the snow. Yes we are all hopeless geeks here.
So now the snow is lightening up, and I’m sure it will do this just enough that we’re stuck getting out in the mess tomorrow. Somehow, after today, I’m thinking maybe that won’t be such a bad thing after all.