givemeabreak's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brrrrrr....Can You Throw Another Log On? Drat, another day of looking like Donna Reed. After living the past 21 years (my god!) in Michigan, you would think by now that I would be able to decipher a REAL weather alert, versus some trumped up flurries. You see, I was scheduled for a hair appointment today in Grand Rapids. Yes, I am incredibly peculiar about my hair, so driving 45 minutes to see Nona is VERY worth it. I digress...
Today while checking the local news I momentarily lost all sense of reason and got sucked into the hoopla of the weather report. I ended up changing my hair appointment to next week, but in hind sight I really wish I would have just sucked it up and forged north in the Nissan. I know I could have made it, I just caved in to the pressure. Last week when we had a full on blizzard I was out and about like it was a beautiful spring day. See if I had listened to the weather reports I would be paralyzed in my house making phone calls to neighbors about their stock pile of water, milk and various canned goods. In spite of my agoraphobic snow related behavior, I would manage to run around the house making sure I had all the right supplies in case the power should go out or god forbid we run out of food. It is sort of funny when you think about it, the weather people tell us to stay home and of course we all haul ass to the local grocery store and fill the grocery cart like a minivan full of soccer kids on the way to Little Caesar's pizza place after a long game. I suppose the only way we make it home with our ton-o-groceries is that we now have added about 100 pounds to the rear end of our cars and now we won't slide off the road. I can honestly say that I don't mind the beautiful white fluffy stuff, but that bone chilling wind is just too much lately. I have found myself wearing a HAT. Yep, you read that right, a HAT. I have come to the following conclusion: 1. I have become my mother. 2. I am old and have less bloodflow to my extremities. OR... 3. I don't enjoy walking around most of the day with my head tilted to one side and shouting at everyone, "huh?!?" Suffice to say, I am ready for spring. I think it has to do with my neverending pride for my perennial garden and my undeniable urge to have a gin & tonic on the patio! aaah...gin, the quinticenntial beverage of spring. (Thanks Mary!) 10:43 p.m. - Wednesday, Jan. 14, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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