I handled the first snow day like a champ. I did all the snow day things like watch lots of TV, drink hot spiced tea (with a dash of orange liqueur), took lots of pictures of snow falling and when the snow finally stopped (or so I thought), I shoveled my driveway. The driveway took me two rounds. I shoveled and shoveled and I could feel the sweat dribbling down my back, but my toes were frozen solid. Finally, I went in and took a break and then went back out to finish the bottom section of the drive. The guys next door had just about finished their drive by then and so when the finished the last of their’s they came over and helped me with mine. That last bit of driveway didn’t take as long thanks to those guys. But I came back in completely exhausted and with my back already beginning to ache.
The next day, I kind of broke. I looked outside to see a fresh layer of snow on my driveway and a HUGE pile of snow from the snow plows completely blocking any escape from this house. And I just kind of gave up. I went out and made a sad attempt at the snow mountain before tromping back up the drive and into the house. A quick search on Craigslist and a phone call later, I had someone scheduled to come clear my drive. And then I started crying. I sat on my couch and cried and cried until my nose was good a clogged and I could no longer breath. The thing that upset me was that I knew that if Chris were here, we would have tag-teamed that driveway like a boss and joked about the crazy amount of snow the whole time. This line of thinking just led me down into a dark hole and all I could think of was that snow days are meant for two people. It’s meant for snuggling on the couch together, for snowball fights together, for lazy sex. I may have been able to distract myself for one day from this, but two days, with no way of escape? Not a chance.
But then I received a photo mission from Charlie (aka: Chad) and Talaura sent me the funniest meetup description. And before I knew it, I was laughing and bundling myself up to go outside. I fulfilled my photo mission and spent some time outside with the real camera (not the iPhone), taking pictures of the snow. I made myself a pb&j for lunch. I uploaded some pictures to flickr that I had forgotten were on the camera and spent some time editing them. Some of them, I’m really proud of.
And that’s how I glued my broken self back together.