Finally, Global Warming is over. It’s snowing!
If your days are like mine, you’re buried in the bedroom, reading several great books, watching reruns on HBO, and art therapizing to keep the next funk at bay. No?
I’m giving my inner child plenty of space to play, and my outer-introvert some much needed time away from people. Not all people, just real people.
Normally, this is where I’m supposed to say, “It’s not you, it’s me.” But Facebook just told me that it’s snowing everywhere. Cars are covered in snow, schools are closing, and yet again some ass is showing me a better way to get through those obstacles that block me from getting where I need to go. (Sure, that last one isn’t really relevant, but this post is going to be short on pithy insights. You deserve your money’s worth.)
The art of productivity in the absence of activity
Six days ago, temperatures dropped here in Bucharest, and the snow began to fall. I had no idea until Monica threw back the blankets over my head with a giddy excitement that kinda freaked me out.
Her pleas to get me all the way over to the window morphed into frustration. “Love, just get up for a minute and look… It’s snowing!”
The bleak and industrial Bucharest I was used to seeing was buried under a thick, muffling carpet of white. No sirens. Barely any traffic. It was beautiful.
I crawled back in bed feeling the kind of satisfaction I vaguely remember after a hard day’s work. By the time I turned my Kindle on, I’d mentally checked just about everything from my to-do list as though I’d actually done something. It’s a snow day.
Watching Monica wrap herself in multiple layers before heading out to engage with other productive members of society reminded me of something.
“Don’t forget to pick up some extra coke and Snickers on your way back… Love you.”
Inside is where the action is
There’s a fine line between the depressive funks that drive me into isolation for days (weeks) at a time, and laziness. From the outside, not much difference. I don’t move very much. Even after editing prolonged pauses and vacant stares, any conversations we might have are exercises in patience. From the inside, however, beneath my bedhead, a quick peek at the current of my thoughts will tell you if we’re dealing with raging rapids, or a lazy river.
This time, my thoughts and I cruised contentedly as the world did it’s thing just outside our window. And it’s been glorious. I know I can’t stay huddled inside for much longer (Monica only picked up enough Coke and Snickers to get me through the next day or two), but for now, I’m going to suck the marrow out of these Snow Days. And I hope you can too.
Hey what about the Ass you mentioned earlier!
I haven’t been completely sedentary for the past 6 days. I’ve been sketching so much, I strained a muscle in my neck (so it must be exercise), and I read one of the funniest books I’ve read this year: The Sellout by Paul Beatty
Then there’s this video. Put packs on these hikers, add a few white blazes, and we’re back on the Trail.
Video courtesy of Paradase Onlus