Snowbody Snows the Snowbles* I’ve Seen

*Snowbles aren’t negative as much as snow-induced.

Let’s quickly review.

Friday, it started snowing and I took a ghost train (i.e., empty ‘cept for me) home from work to my sequestered cabin in suburbia.

Ghost train! Boo! Scary!

Saturday, I did two shoveling shifts until the piles were as high as I was. The entire neighborhood was out and chipping at their individual piles. We live on a hill so our pile put other people’s piles to shame. Not that it’s a contest, but we won.

I noticed my shoveling style involves pausing between every scoop to introspect on my direction, purpose, and progress in life. I wish I was joking. It’s called Kierkegaard’s Big Picture Method of Shoveling.

Sunday, I did one shoveling shift and did some snow drawings in case any weary travelers lost their way and needed to find signs of civilization (and were too delirious to notice the house, car, garage, or driveway).

The abominable snowman’s crotch is messed up. I’m sorry about that.

Other than that, I’ve been undergoing a wholesome regimen of consuming literature and film and Internet and gourmet refrigerator delights such as a courtesy sweet potato loaf of bread from our neighbor because my mom helped her shovel her driveway (It’s getting extremely Little House on the Prairie in these parts).

My parents and I have been hobbling around like arthritic hobbits because of shoveling rheumatism, occasionally pausing to vacuum or do a load of laundry or dishes. Ours is an industrious society.

Tomorrow, my physical work office is closed, but the virtual office is open. Hello? The future? I’m just returning your call!

This has been a vague but timely synopsis. Toodle loo!

Snowblogs Starring Aparna Gooding Jr.

it’s snowing fast and furious outside but nothing is sticking.

a metaphor for something?

well nothing is sticking to the ground anyway! i, on the other hand, look like a spokesmodel for nature’s dandruff.

poetickled white
photo courtesy of Flickr and x-eyedblonde

it’s hard not to let the weather affect you. sunshine, rain, fog, drizzly frizzle. even just looking at it through your window. you either want to just up and join it, or it seeps in through the cracks until it joins you.

so i ventured outside for a cuppa coffay. “don’t forget to wear a hat!” my boss giggles after me. and i walk. and it sticks. everything sticks to me. as if to say “we see you, and we’re coming with.”

and i ended up spinning in little circles while waiting online for my steamy java, and the barista kind of cocked her eye at me, and then she mentally decided “aw hell, we’re all spinning circles anyway” and smiled it off.

i live in my head so much that sometimes i forget how much is going on around me. and in other people’s heads. so many heads! enough snow for all the heads!


also, i’m taking an online course!

it’s wholely dissatisfying in terms of the satiation factor of a real classroom experience, but it’s something. the lectures are pdfs, the discussions are chatrooms, the icebreaker was one long reply-all email.

maybe i can add my teacher on facebook and then gift her with an “apple,” just to show the internet what’s what.

eye roll. body roll. honor roll. egg roll.