The meteorologists were slightly off track in terms of inches (10 instead of 15) and timing (it was mostly done by sunrise instead of lasting throughout the day), and there was never even a blip in the power, thanks be to God. I’m not complaining – if the forecasters must err, let it be on the side of leniency. That’s probably the way they look at it too.
But the widespread “snow day” was definitely justified, and I have no compunction about staying in the house and waiting for the snow removal crews to get around to my driveway. In fact, they can wait until tomorrow for all I care.
So far today I’ve shoveled a path for the dogs, drunk the majority of two very strong pots of Gevalia coffee (can you say overcaffeinated?), cleaned out my lingerie drawer and mercilessly thrown away a huge pile of old faded undies and slips (when was the last time you wore a full length slip?) I’ve just finished tidying up the office/reading room/gym. This room really needs a name – my friend Melissa (aka The Word Ninja) calls her office The Word Lounge, and I love that, but since that name is obviously taken I need to come up with something of my own.
I’m about to clear out a shelf in the closet where I can store all my writing books. I have amassed quite a library of books about writing, and I’d like a place to store them, along with the variety of journals and workbooks that become attached to them. The one I’m reading now – Writing Life Stories, by Bill Roorhbach – has some great ideas and exercises for stimulating memories and writing those memories into stories that relate to life in general.
You know that’s what I’m all about over here.
Speaking of life in general – I’ve been reflecting on how to handle a situation at work. I haven’t been very happy with my job for some time, although I like the people I work with and the office atmosphere. But I realized yesterday that my 10 year anniversary is coming up, and I’ve discovered that 10 years is kind of a breaking point for me, the point where I begin to tire of what I’m doing and start itching for something else. My job has evolved into mostly administrative tasks rather than actual writing, and there is a push to hire another writer so I would be doing even less writing than ever, leaving me time for still more administrative tasks. I’ve been dragging my feet on the process of hiring/training another writer, because (1) I dread, dread, dread the training process, which is tedious and long; and (2) I don’t want to give up even more of the little bit of writing I now do.
I suppose a talk must be had with the powers that be. I don’t always do well talking (or “verbalizing”, as we put it in our medical reports). As you might guess, I’m much better at self-expression via the written word. So maybe I’ll spend some of my time today writing out the points I need to make. I’d like to just slip the paper under my boss’ door and run – but of course, I can’t do that. As the saying goes, I have to put on my big girl panties and deal with it.
That’s my snow day so far…if you’re having a snow day, how are you spending it?