It just won't die. Yesterday it started snowing heavily halfway through the afternoon and didn't stop until late last night. Buds that had been hesitantly creeping out of their sleep screamed for hours as the freezing pain of whiteness blanketed the trees. The snow was wet, too, because the weather was relatively warm; more a sleet than anything else, actually. We closed the store early yesterday and driving home took about 10 minutes longer than usual. I sat down for a comfortable viewing of Futurama when the first brownout hit. I was doing the dishes an hour later when the lights went out for the last time. With nothing to do and in the pitch dark, I decided to sleep.
And when I awoke, terror. The snow had laid waste to the world, with branches and in many cases entire trees downed, along with most of everyone's power. Our electricity had not returned, rendering the house heatless. The cable wire had fallen into the road so my mother forced me to reattach it to the house. Nothing like precariously balancing yourself on a ladder while pulling on what might be a live telephone wire.
The rest of the day wasn't too bad. The best part was that the absence of electronic entertainment gave me a chance to organize my room, which no longer has heaps of shit rivaling Everest residing on my desk and bureau, and which now has my graphic novels neatly shelved. I quickly became unhappy with the temperature of the house and hastened to my car. I stopped by work and somehow got sucked into working the day to cover another employee. Which wasn't too bad, because Guitar Hero II had been set up by the manager. Party on.
But the point is: this is fucking spring. I don't particularly approve of snowstorms in April. April snowstorms do not bring May flowers; April snowstorms KILL THINGS.
'S crazy I'm telling you.
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