We’ve been snow-iced in since Monday. Sniced. (If I cared enough, I'd Trademark that word...) Anyway, it’s been a surprisingly entertaining albeit totally useless time despite Husband having a Man-Flu.
MONDAY: I showered for work, got back into my pjs when I found out it was cancelled and then spent the morning watching the doom and gloom on the “news” in my pjs. Put lots of coats over my pjs, pulled on boots and gloves and took a blow torch out to thaw off the satellite that was covered in ice because that's what Husband told me to do. And I then spent the afternoon cleaning up my office studio space – still in my pjs – while watching the neighbor kids sled down their driveway.
TUESDAY: I spent the morning watching the doom and gloom on the “news” in my pjs and then got dressed and tried to clear off a section of the driveway. Husband joined me at one point. As we hacked and wacked at the ice I tried to video Husband’s inevitable fall – and fell myself stabbing myself on a chunk of ice and creating my favorite new cuss word: Icehole.
WEDNESDAY: I spent the morning watching the doom and gloom on the “news” in my pjs before I finally got out of my pjs, dressed and did laundry. I then stripped some wire for my tree project and helped Husband sheetrock part of a wall, showered, got back into clean pjs and spent the afternoon napping on the couch and obsessively checking the internet for something entertaining to me and refilling the birdfeeder.
THURSDAY: I spent the morning watching the doom and gloom on the “news” in my pjs and then got dressed in eight layers because it was 3 degrees (!!!) and Husband and I spent two hours trying to clear the two inch’s of ice off the driveway. At one point, he disappeared into the garage and came back with a sled because I’d mentioned I’d never sledded before. After the first sled broke on the second run, he built a sturdier one and we played like we were twelve for about an hour. An hour later we looked out the window to see the neighbor across from us had driven her car into a ditch. And by driven I mean hit a patch of ice and slowly slid off her driveway and into the culvert on the side. After a failed attempt to get her car out, I went back into the house, showered and got back into my pjs to watch the tow-truck pull it out of the ditch.
Today is Friday. It’s current 10 degrees and we’re due another Snice mess this afternoon. How can it be that I’m stuck at home with writing and art projects to be done and I am doing nothing but looking out the window and chatting with virtual friends and dreaming unattainable dreams and eating everything in the house that is bad for me? Well, BECAUSE IT’S 10 DEGREES AND COVERED IN ICE OUTSIDE!!!
It’s sure to be another entertaining and totally unproductive day.
None of these pics are as pretty as the real thing - as pretty and as freakin' bloody cold - but I tried.
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