Snow way (or there’s something much to do about nothing)

I think we as a species need to relax.

Or better coordinate our time. 

I don’t think there is anything worse than waking up late. Late for work, late for class, a wasted day. It’s all just a rushed, anxious feeling of unreasonable self pity. “Ugh, why’d I watch 4 seasons of Friends last night! Damn you Netflix! I’m such an idiot!”. Why do we think that we can just make our bodies do whatever we want to, without any consequences? When we were younger, and less motivated to get things set straight in life, we could handle those legendary benders that we would get up and go to work without the raging headache and body pains the next day. Those adventures in hazy nights would later become epic myths to tell the kids or reminisce to our loved one over the second bottle of wine. 

Those were the days.

But when you wake up and realize you have a day off randomly due to inclement weather, you rejoice. You wake up and look outside in disbelief. In cosmic karma, your hard work just paid off. A whole day off! And you didn’t even fake it. But slowly, all thoughts of being productive slip away. The bed beckons. The tv calls your name. Your laptop draws you to it like Sauron and the one ring. As the mess in the kitchen fails to grab your attention, your mindset changes. ‘I deserve to lay low. I’ll just chill today. How often does this happen?’ So without another thought, you surrender yourself to a total loss of a day. Video games, junk food, and some storm rum just make it so you can’t even go out and deal with all the happy people driving in the amazing force of nature that is happening on the cool side of the glass. So, as the day wears on and the dishes pile up, you know that you should be doing something with your day, but it’s too late. It’s much too late to start laundry. Those dishes have to soak overnight. I might make another sandwich. 

This happens to often. The days that I do get things done and everything looks awesome when I sit down after dinner, I feel accomplished. That’s the feeling I want to feel. Not self pity, because I can’t be motivated, but happy that I choose just to do the easy things. You could do them later, and there’s no harm in that, but why not now? Get it over with. Prepare for the unexpected company, or just dust off that shelf because it looks nicer to you! This mentality will slowly change your life. You’ll want to be ready all the time. Go to bed early. Get up and have breakfast. Do good things for yourself all day, and I don’t mean buying that box of timbits. Do some yoga, balance your diet and your mind will just start to work differently. 

Wow. Snow days blow my mind.

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All the rage these dayz… 

So today was a snow day. 

Started out like any other mundane January Monday. Dreary skies, murders of crows, and just an overall feeling of blah. I’m pretty sure it had something to do with having to wait to sign house papers. We made an offer last night to our realtor, and I guess you have to do something like sign a contract or something ridiculous (just kidding, very important). But it meant waiting a day. We had known a snow storm was coming in tonight so, being the nice wine drinkers we are, opted for Jill, our lady, to stay at home and enjoy hers. And I tell you, it’s the first good storm we’ve had this year. It’s coming down. Our usual 10 minute commute saw us in traffic for 2 and a half hours. At least the people were nice. You would have to get out every once in a while and brush the snow and semi formed ice off your car and offer to do your neighbours while you were out. And down the line, someone may do it for you it they notice you just need a brush off. There were people pushing, shovelling and just straight being the nicest of people. I mean, if you can’t move, you can’t move right? At one point on the on ramp for one of our major highways there were a group of people just standing there waitng to push you through onto the highway, because the snow plot that had gone by had left a 2 foot bank that the Civic were getting stuck in. 

Such lovely people!

Then there were the jack asses who just had to be somewhere and would clogged the intersections when they should have just waited. The people who would merge when the other lane seemed to move that tiny bit faster. Then merge back. The people who would honk and honk while you are trying to get up the icy slopes of Mount Nexthill and just can’t do it without Sherpa help. The fist wavers, the yelly faces, the wheel slammers. 

Such lovely people.

I think driving in winter storms should be a psychology test. The inner workings really start to come out and the beauties or the dark residents of our brains get exposed. And social interactions (or lack thereof) factor in and you can see who and what people are really made of. My fiancée and I sat in our car (turned off of course) and watched everyone else have at it, only stopping once to watch the new Jurassic Park trailer and to fume how crazy it is that Chris Pratt is lion taming velicoraptors. 

So pumped! 

Well it’s homemade pizza and storm chips and rum time. Enjoy whatever weather you are having out there tonight and I hope to slope gods I make it to a hill soon. Home dets to follow!

Cheers!