Okay, Day One of the blizzard was fun. We were so damned sure that we were going to lose power, and we were ready to take it head on. I woke up early, hit the stores, loaded up on firewood, candles, batteries, food, water, wine and even spent the twenty eight bucks to retrieve my Icelandic wool blankets from the dry cleaners. We cleaned up the Coleman stove, got two extra propane fuel tanks for the baby, and placed it on the front porch where we, much to the anticipated horror of our neighbors, would cook once the power left us. I got ingredients, recipes, more ingredients and more recipes. I chopped, I peeled, I boiled and put things up in containers which, of course, would fit nicely into the Styrofoam cooler that also sat on our front porch, waiting for the power to leave us. We located flashlights, stacked scarves, gloves, hats, boots and hand warmer packets near the front door. I threw throws over the chairs, making them easy to locate in the dark of course. I even waited until early evening to take a shower so that I would be clean an extra day as were my dishes, all washed in the dishwasher. No caked-on-smelly food hanging around the dishpan for dark and cold days on end. What a check list! No loss of power. Just a lot of extra stuff hanging around our small place. Most of it stayed hanging around each time we announced "here it comes again....".
I tried lavender, I made and then started daily scrubbing with, lavender scented sugar scrub. I lit candles, probably should have lit them in a church instead. I boiled, baked, and grew sprouts. And more frigging snow fell. I tried to read. I tried to paint. I tried to finish a project or two. I tried to be happy. I tried to embrace, to savor, to love the beauty of it all. I really, really tried but nothing is or has worked. And then, all I hear is how much they're loving it (if the shoe fits....) and how great it is to stay home (it's not exactly like anyone isn't retired and staying home all the time anyway) and how much they love this shit. And, I wondering, where have I gone wrong?
Maybe I've got lavender-poisoning. Or maybe I'm just tired of too much of your good thing. Or maybe, maybe, I'm just a grouch who needs to see the sun.....soon. But alas, I will not get my wish, more snow is due Thursday. Shoot me.