A Pause

So, there was snow. A LOT of snow. It was pretty awesome, really. It snowed and it snowed, and then it snowed some more. The kids in the neighborhood have been playing non-stop. The girls created a sled track that starts at our front door, goes down the steps, across the sidewalk, down a little hill, and ends at the neighbor's brick wall. Naturally, everyone wants to try it. I don't watch, because really, the whole thing is just a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Turns out, this guy was modeled after a real person!
All the plows came and pushed an extra 2 feet of snow (on top of the 2 feet already there) behind all the parked cars around here. Able-bodied teens, therefore, are in high demand. Brian netted a cool $160 over the past 2 days, simply by wielding his snow shovel. By the end of all this, we expect to find him dressed like the guy from the Monopoly game, holding wads of cash and strolling around the house smoking expensive cigars.

I got out there and shoveled, also. My arms hurt. My legs hurt. But, hey, exercise! Larry was off work today (nothing was open, because no one knows how to plow the streets around here), so we're having a hard time remembering which day of the week it even is. Monday? Tuesday? Who cares?

Real life will start up again soon enough. There's a dentist appointment on Wednesday (tomorrow? Day after tomorrow?), and a history class that is held here on Thursday, and all the rest of it. But for now, we have this wonderful snow-filled caesura in our lives, where all that matters is dry mittens and hot cocoa and walks along car-less streets between towering banks of snow. It's like a vacation, only less expensive and more peaceful. And NO CAMPING.

I'll take it.


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  1. But for now, we have this wonderful snow-filled caesura in our lives, where all that matters is dry mittens and hot cocoa and walks along car-less streets between towering banks of snow.

    That is one of my favorite memories of childhood: a big snow, walking on tall snowbanks where the parking strip should be, sledding down steep hills, cocoa and mittens and snowpants. Glorious!

    Interesting link, thanks!

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  2. I wish we had snow here! Not power-is-out snow, just enough to make work close down and make me stay home.

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  3. We still have three feet of snow on our street. Not one plow in days. Your son would make so much money if he lived in my neighborhood. Everyone is willing to do anything necessary to clear the road.

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  4. That is the most beautiful use of the word "caesura" ever.

    We didn't get too much snow here, but just enough to make the drive to the SAT on Saturday morning a sloppy mess.

    Come to think of it, the word "caesura" might have been on that test.

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  5. This nicely confirms my theory (just emailed to my traveling husband; I drove him to BWI Monday morning and it was fine if you know how to drive in the snow) that people around here would rather have the excuse to halt real life for days than insist their tax dollars are used by people who have bothered to learn what to do with snow. RI could probably balance its budget by charging to teach mid Atlantic plow drivers how to use the darn things. I'm just shaking my head. And the federal government closed again. I mean, a day or two of clean up, fine, but....Shaking my head. {cranky + confused New Englander}

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    1. Take heart, Amy! This will be it for the winter. Maybe that's why we like prolonging it a bit.

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  6. I love that your kid cleaned up while cleaning people out. Shoveling IS hard work! sounds like you enjoyed your free time in the storm.

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  7. This is the kind of snow day I'm looking forward to when we move!

    And it's awesome that your son has the entrepreneurial spirit. That boy is going places!

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  8. I was out and about town by Sunday morning with my 15 passenger van. I have mud and snow tires on my van and traction control.
    We dug hubby's Camry out by Sunday night. We got my car out late last evening.

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  9. We never saw a flake up here. Thinking about a pause kinda makes me wish we did though....

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