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averygoodun42) wrote2010-12-27 08:14 am
averygoodun42) wrote2010-12-27 08:14 am
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Why do the worst storms always happen at night?
So it's snowing, finally. A blizzard, apparently, though it happened after dark, so there wasn't really a way to see whether it was an actual blizzard or not. (I really think that hyperbole has overcome every aspect of American life. Last night, as I looked out the windows, it was snowing and blowing. That does not a blizzard make. A blizzard is when the snow is so thick you can't see through it, and it's getting blown around fiercely. Strong wind with a bit of snow does not a blizzard make. New Englanders have become such wimps about the weather.)
It was snowing pretty heavily as I drove my mum back from the mall (we left for the mall at 4:00, with the hope that most people would have been scared home by the storm by then. It worked. Parking place achieved in less than two minutes of trolling, and the store was virtually empty, considering the day) and I didn't go over 30 on the freeway home (slowed down to 15 when there were five cars nearby going 25, three of them flashing their brakes at random intervals, the idiots), but the visibility was pretty good, actually. The roads were bad enough last night, before the "blizzard", that I think I'll forgo driving anywhere today.
Blizzard or not, the icy wind has painted our storm door window with a beautiful flower-like design made of ice. Nature always does make the neatest things.
Last night we watched "A Home at the End of the World." God, that's a sad story. Very well done, but it confirmed that I just can't watch sad stories right now, no matter how good. The grief it brought up in me physically hurt, and for a long time, too. Though to be fair, the reaction was probably exacerbated by the beginnings of the holiday hangover. Eurgh.
I am such a lightweight. Four pieces of banana bread, two servings of strawberry mousse and a slice of cheesecake, over the entire day, and I'm sick as a dog this morning. Granted, seeing as Babe has a sick headache, it's possible there's a bug involved as well, but I bet we both have just become that super-sensitive to sugar.
Stooopid bodies.
And now I shall go. I want to make myself a cup of hot milk thistle water and stand by the window to watch the swirls of snow blowing around.
It's not a blizzard. Because of that, it's far more beautiful.
It was snowing pretty heavily as I drove my mum back from the mall (we left for the mall at 4:00, with the hope that most people would have been scared home by the storm by then. It worked. Parking place achieved in less than two minutes of trolling, and the store was virtually empty, considering the day) and I didn't go over 30 on the freeway home (slowed down to 15 when there were five cars nearby going 25, three of them flashing their brakes at random intervals, the idiots), but the visibility was pretty good, actually. The roads were bad enough last night, before the "blizzard", that I think I'll forgo driving anywhere today.
Blizzard or not, the icy wind has painted our storm door window with a beautiful flower-like design made of ice. Nature always does make the neatest things.
Last night we watched "A Home at the End of the World." God, that's a sad story. Very well done, but it confirmed that I just can't watch sad stories right now, no matter how good. The grief it brought up in me physically hurt, and for a long time, too. Though to be fair, the reaction was probably exacerbated by the beginnings of the holiday hangover. Eurgh.
I am such a lightweight. Four pieces of banana bread, two servings of strawberry mousse and a slice of cheesecake, over the entire day, and I'm sick as a dog this morning. Granted, seeing as Babe has a sick headache, it's possible there's a bug involved as well, but I bet we both have just become that super-sensitive to sugar.
Stooopid bodies.
And now I shall go. I want to make myself a cup of hot milk thistle water and stand by the window to watch the swirls of snow blowing around.
It's not a blizzard. Because of that, it's far more beautiful.