(Editor’s note: to see the first installment in the snow trilogy(?perhaps there will be more?) click on more and read it all. most of you probably got it in an email yesterday anyway. end note.)
Dethroned
Well, okay, maybe I jumped the gun a bit when I accepted the anointment from the council of elders (actually it was three stuffed animals and a bottle of Cortizone). It turns out that snow was just conning me, playing me for a fool. A very very cold fool. It continued to snow through Sunday night and all yesterday and even some of today. I spent the better part of yesterday and this morning shoveling the previously mentioned driveway (it goes on for daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays. It�s like �Roots.�) I had to be at an interview at nine this morning, and I thought I would be fine. I put so much of my sweat and tears and bile into that driveway (Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays!) that I couldn�t even imagine the car not accepting the hard work I put in. I was wrong, of course, and the car kept spitting up snow and bile but not budging. Also, every time I would try to leave the garage, the car (which is a van, not a car) would scrape the roof. I didn�t understand at the time why this was happening, but the snow was still so high outside that it was pushing the van far into the sky. So I get out and call the people at the interview to say I may be a half-day late and put another excruciating hour of work and bile into the driveway (the length of which is like the coastline of New Hampshire if it were an island). After that hour I was shoveling out more bile than snow, so FINALLY the lady next door�who had a snow blower thing and didn�t really look like she wanted to share it�gets all friendly and neighborly and says, �Oh, would you like to use the blower?� I said yes, even though I was practically done by that point (I couldn�t turn down the opportunity to use a snow blower. I highly recommend the experience, by the way). But then when I get the car out of the garage finally, the mechanical door won�t close properly, so I try to make it go back up, and it doesn�t want to do that either. So I get out and help it. In the final analysis, I didn�t really end up helping it so much as send a heavy rain of glass shattering on the floor. Yep, broke it. Some of the structure of the door, too, though I sort of pieced it back together after getting out all of the glass. I don�t feel too bad about it, though, considering the cards were all stacked against me, meteorologically speaking. But I do guess it�s partly my fault for not diagnosing the problem of the car hitting the roof quickly enough. It certainly doesn�t help my guilt that my aunt and uncle should be getting my email about the door right after the message about her brother being dead. No joke�the other brother called me to see what the best way to get a hold of her was.
On the more positive end of the spirit stick, I got a job as a preschool teacher. I went today (four hours late, after having to navigate the vast tundra of my driveway in reverse. I couldn�t turn around, it�d be like turning around on a bobsledding track) and got the position immediately, and then immediately thereafter met the most adorable children in the world, and then immediately thereafter was totally bored by my responsibilities there, but then was immediately thereafter ecstatic to learn that only the female employees could change diapers�Yeah, arbitrariness!
That�s it. Love Jason
