
This apparently landed on my car last night.
A month and half ago, I came up with a brilliant idea. After a year of blogging, I decided to go full throttle. I would post on my blog every day. They would be good posts, too. They would be so great that Ernest Hemingway would come back from the dead just to let me know that my blog was “pretty okay.”
43 posts later, I was going strong. I felt like I had done pretty decent work and 43 posts is nothing to sneeze at. I had momentum in my favor and there was nothing that was going to stop me now.
As it turns out, though, there is one thing that could derail that plan.
Snow.
All winter,Kansas City has been a snow-free zone. As a child, I would have been distraught. How are you supposed to enjoy winter if you aren’t sliding down an icy hill on cheap plastic or freezing your fingers off making a “man” out of your front yard flurries?
Then I grew up. I realized, not to overstate it, that snow is the worst thing that has ever existed on the planet except for possibly Hitler or any dish containing peas. It makes your car slide around and it gets your shoes and socks wet. You have to spend half of your day thawing the frozen ice crystals that have attached themselves to you, only to have to return to the blizzard-like conditions and start the process all over again.
This is the world I woke up in this morning. After months of moderately cold, but very pleasant winter weather, I was greeted with a car that was whiter than the crowd at a James Taylor concert. The snow piles came past my ankles, dampening the hem of my pants and making me cranky like a big, adult baby.
All day, I sat at work listening to person after person come inside and say “It’s really snowy out there.” There was no escape from the wintry prison. Each conversation consisted of weather, the traffic because of the weather, what the weather would do, how much different the weather was, and whether this weather would weather away or would we be forced to weather more of this particular weather. In summary, there was a lot of weather talk.
I arrived home, fully prepared to get to work. I had things to do. There was no time to succumb to the temptation of a nice night on the couch while the snow drifts wildly outside.
My wife had other plans.
“It’s a chili day,” she said, handing me a bowl of my dinner.
Now, everyone knows that there is nothing to be done on a winter day if there is chili around. By eating chili on a day like this, you are essentially waving your white flag, admitting that your tasks have no prayer of getting done at all. You eat the chili, sit down under a blanket, most likely with a cup of tea, and enjoy a good movie or decent book. Your tasks are dead to you.
I had to trek on, though. I couldn’t let my dream of 366 posts die here. I was not going to let some overblown precipitation get the best of me. I scoured the annals of the internet for a topic of interest. All I could think of was my chili-breath and the arctic like conditions enveloping my apartment.
So here is my 44th post of the year. I am writing this in a near-coma that is caused by my body digesting chili and attempting to go into a state of hibernation. The dream is still alive, though.
Suck on that, snow.
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Nathan I am so disappointed in you! I live for snow!! I voluntarily go to the mountains as often as I can to get more of it! Geez! You need to come to Colorado and go skiing! I grew up in Wis. when it fell and stayed on the ground all winter. We skated every night after school, built snow forts, igloos and snowmen.Okay not igloos, but I always wanted to so it counts, right?
Go outside with your wife, throw a snowball and make a wish on it. I have a photo of myself doing that on Twitter.
Enjoy your chili! Sounds delish!
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I didn’t know you had a wife Susie! 😉
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I don’t think snow is quite so bad, but I do find that living in a snowy climate (having moved into one a few weeks ago) seems to diminish blog post idea generation. On the other hand, I managed to write a post using snow as a metaphor, and you have written a post about why snow is preventing you from writing posts…so maybe we are managing well enough after all. Keep those toes warm!
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I will. Snow can be very detrimental, particularly when all I want to do is be lazy. We’ll just have to power through it.
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I HATE peas too…yuck!
Love the post though 🙂
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Thank you. Peas are the absolute worst. If I could go back and smack the person who decided peas were a good food, I would. That probably wouldn’t be the best use of a time machine, but it definitely wouldn’t be the worst.
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They remind me of really wrinkly elderly people that have been chewed up and spat out 😦
I like the elderly..just hate peas 😦
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That is wonderful. Don’t let a little snow stop you from following your dreams. Why, back in my day we had to walk 20 miles through snow drifts up to our necks just to get to a computer and blog. Don’t ever give up Nathan, the world needs your creativity. 😉
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I don’t know about all of that. There are lots of creative people in the world.
Also, I don’t believe your snow story one bit.
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Don’t believe me! Why, back in my day, if we didn’t believe our elders they would take us out to the wood-shed, cut a piece of skin off our back-side, take it to the leather shop and have it tanned; just so that we wouldn’t be lying when we said “they tanned my hide”.
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I love your posts. Hilarious.
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Thank you ever so much.
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If this is what snow does to your creativity, than I hope it snows for a good long time. HaHaHa, Loved the laugh. Enjoy always, T
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Reblogged this on Kiara Lane.
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I feel the same. When I was a kid, I loved snow! Now I drive 25 miles round trip to work each day. Snow sucks. Not to mention only 1% of the rest of the drivers know how to freaking drive in it!
Come on Spring-a-Ding!
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Amen.
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Snow keeps you from blogging? sounds like a cop out to me. Here in Michigan we don’t let a little snow stop us.
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It is a cop out. A very good cop out, though.
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Here’s to fortitude and a hot bowl of chili on a cold winter’s day!
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