The idea of going through another icy snow storm similar to the one we experienced on Valentine's Day left me in a foul mood. Especially given that I had plans on Sunday -- a LOTR movie day with Jim and Stephanie, complete with delicious food (minus my flop of a Buckle Berry Ferry Tart) all given cheesy names to match the movie, and an Oscar viewing party at Debbie and Brian's -- neither of which were in close driving range. I'm so sick of winter, I thought. Winter sucks. It needs to be spring now.
Indeed, driving home from Jim and Stephanie's place, I was annoyed. The snow had been falling for almost two hours and I had been putting off driving home for as long as I possibly could. We had only made it through two of the movies, and even though I had known that I couldn't stay for the whole extended version trilogy, I had wanted to hang through at least part of Return of the King. And now to top it off, I wasn't going to be able to go to the Oscar party and instead just have to settle for enjoying the Oscars with Dill and some wine.
Even going to bed, I was in a huff. I'll have to get up early and muscle my car out, I thought. I'll have to chop all the ice off my car while sliding around on a sheet of ice and then drive all through the stupid slushy streets.
But when I went out this morning, a gift greeted me. The temperature was moderate enough that the streets were a shimmering wet, but cold enough that my breath would still come out in angelic little puffs. The bare tree branches were still lightly frosted with icy snow like they had been coated with a dusting of powdered sugar. The morning was quiet and perfect on my street, like the scene had been made just for me.
The real beauty, however, was my car. Albus was covered in a shell of ice. Spider webs of frozen water and transparent dribbles coated over its silver frame. It was a beautiful diamond abstract ice sculpture, just for me. I wanted to take a picture. I stood marveling for a moment, running my fingertips on the slick wet surface. It was with regret that I finally had to break it to insert my key into the lock. When I pulled the door open, the ice gave way with a giant sucking sound, like I was opening a forgotten secret passageway. I sat for a moment in the car, hidden from the world, feeling like I was 6 years old again, and hiding out in my card table and blanket fort. I turned on my car to warm, and reached for the ice scraper.
I thought I would be sad to wreck such a pretty ice coating, but it was strangely satisfying. Giant cracks were made in the ice and shards landed with startling plops next to me. Great crunching sounds were made as I drove my pick into the shell of ice and caused flecks of ice shavings to float around me as I worked, creating a mini snow globe effect around me. By the time I made it to the rear window, I was giggling as heaps of ice crunched around me in slushy bits.
When I got back into my car, Patti Griffin was singing:
Heavenly day, all the trouble's gone away
Oh, for a while anyway, for a while anyway
Heavenly day, heavenly day, heavenly day
Indeed, driving home from Jim and Stephanie's place, I was annoyed. The snow had been falling for almost two hours and I had been putting off driving home for as long as I possibly could. We had only made it through two of the movies, and even though I had known that I couldn't stay for the whole extended version trilogy, I had wanted to hang through at least part of Return of the King. And now to top it off, I wasn't going to be able to go to the Oscar party and instead just have to settle for enjoying the Oscars with Dill and some wine.
Even going to bed, I was in a huff. I'll have to get up early and muscle my car out, I thought. I'll have to chop all the ice off my car while sliding around on a sheet of ice and then drive all through the stupid slushy streets.
But when I went out this morning, a gift greeted me. The temperature was moderate enough that the streets were a shimmering wet, but cold enough that my breath would still come out in angelic little puffs. The bare tree branches were still lightly frosted with icy snow like they had been coated with a dusting of powdered sugar. The morning was quiet and perfect on my street, like the scene had been made just for me.
The real beauty, however, was my car. Albus was covered in a shell of ice. Spider webs of frozen water and transparent dribbles coated over its silver frame. It was a beautiful diamond abstract ice sculpture, just for me. I wanted to take a picture. I stood marveling for a moment, running my fingertips on the slick wet surface. It was with regret that I finally had to break it to insert my key into the lock. When I pulled the door open, the ice gave way with a giant sucking sound, like I was opening a forgotten secret passageway. I sat for a moment in the car, hidden from the world, feeling like I was 6 years old again, and hiding out in my card table and blanket fort. I turned on my car to warm, and reached for the ice scraper.
I thought I would be sad to wreck such a pretty ice coating, but it was strangely satisfying. Giant cracks were made in the ice and shards landed with startling plops next to me. Great crunching sounds were made as I drove my pick into the shell of ice and caused flecks of ice shavings to float around me as I worked, creating a mini snow globe effect around me. By the time I made it to the rear window, I was giggling as heaps of ice crunched around me in slushy bits.
When I got back into my car, Patti Griffin was singing:
Heavenly day, all the trouble's gone away
Oh, for a while anyway, for a while anyway
Heavenly day, heavenly day, heavenly day
Labels: General Whining, Happy Things, Observations, Zen Moments
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