Sometimes I have thoughts I feel should be shared, but most times I don't. However, these shareable thoughts have occurred frequently enough to motivate me to get one of these things that allow me to share such thoughts in an even lengthier, obnoxious way than Twitter. And so it begins.
Today, we are snowed in here at the Scherder household, and, if you know anything at all about said household, you know this proves for a very interesting yet still painfully boring day. When the news of this sudden, unexpected small adorable little blizzard was unleashed over Christmas desserts last night, the working adults sighed with frustration over how they will both get to and from work the following day. I, however, as a college student enjoying an unnecessarily long "winter (not 'Christmas,' of course) break," felt that instinctual leap of excitement, a reflex emotion almost, a residual reflexive emotion from childhood: When we were young, after all, there was no better present than snow. It brought everything good and nothing bad. Now I get excited by the idea of a snowstorm strictly due to habit and then must unpleasantly remind myself that this brings absolutely nothing beneficial to me except a significant reason to be lazy for an entire day. But excuses to be lazy are hardly a blessing anymore when one wakes up the day proceeding a lazy one and feels the hangover of laziness. I am now well into the 5th hour of laziness (a day that had already lazily began at the lazy hour of 11 am), and my accomplishments for the day amount to nothing more than making my bed, which has not been properly made in months, finishing the bowl of cannoli filling, and beginning the planning (yet no preparation) for the trip to and potential overnight stay at Seven Springs tomorrow.
On the bright side, the days are getting longer, as my dad announced while reading the paper and drinking his coffee this morning, by a full 60-second-long minute, every single day. And these one-minute increases are only to eventually become 2-minute increases. And these are the little things we must be thankful for as we embark on the daily challenge of living our lives through the winter season.
God bless and let me know if anyone successfully drives to the mall. Mom has things to return and even more to buy for my increasingly needy yet absolutely wonderful and inexplicably strange family.
