"It Was The Best Day EVER!"

Snow day whirling dervish has come and gone. I know I have addressed this phenomenon before. The rush of activity at the end of a languid day. Today was a snow day, full of random possibility, which took on its own beautiful form. Still, with one responsible party of the house off at "real" work, I felt that need, around 3pm, to make it look like we hadn't wiled away the hours the ways we actually did...

-ending season 4 of Gilmore Girls

-finding a frighteningly lost necklace in the cushions of the couch, and having a small cry over the gravity of having lost it in the first place

-texting a friend, which led to the re-reading of a short memoir that has already been lovingly re-read multiple times before

-talking to my brother for over two wonderful hours

-thinking thoughts, having ideas, dreaming dreams

-trying out hair chalk 

-watching Olympic re-runs on NBC-SN and realizing how truly addicted we were/are/were

-baking cookie bars

-making homemade mac n cheese while listening to Lisa Loeb

-debating want vs need as we all updated our amazon wish lists  in the anticipation of upcoming birthday month

-braving the sledding hill again, after crashing on it this weekend

Yep, we can waste time like nobody's business, as I have shared before. But why not? I mean it's all about money and time in this life anyways, n'est pas?  And today we got some time. Not to mention, in some way you could say I made more money being off work today anyways. Being  a salaried employee, in theory a snowday off "ups" my per diem rate does it not? 

Remember the Cadillac ad that ran incessantly during the Olympics, with the guy who does the quick change into the suit, and speaks of good old American "hard work," and the acquisition of stuff? He mentions the whopping "two weeks" of vacation time he gets? Two weeks? I mean how do you even have the time to enjoy your stuff if you only have two weeks off?  I like stuff as much as the next person, but I am completely OK having less stuff, if I can have more time.  I say, take the "August off" instead, maybe even throw in a July, or a snowday here or there. Things still get done, goals and work are accomplished. Even with some leisure time, I think I still am a hard working American, and today I felt like one with a life fully lived, loved, enjoyed. Thank You, for life, for time, for snow.
It WAS the best day ever

EOS

Gwynn is recently obsessive about a lip balm called EOS...Evolution Of Smooth. It got me thinking of our day as it has had a certain EOS to it as well, and that would be Evolution Of Snowday.

Honestly, I'd say the vibe for a snowday started last night. Snow was trucking along all day, eventually canceling afternoon and evening activities, and Gwynn's basketball game as well. There was an after school lull, until just after Tim rolled in the driveway. Then snow kicked up, around 4:30, and it was that snow that just does not stop. 

We progressed with our evening, dinner, homework, and then Tim and Gwynn headed out to check things out. It was a BLIZZARD! Nearly a foot had already fallen, more was coming, but they cleared cars, and blew the drive anyways. Afterwards, all obligations for the evening done, as well as lunches and bags at the ready for the next day, we settled in for some prime time Olympics. The snow wasn't stopping, and honestly, we did stay up a little bit late...was it possible the snow would go all night? I think we all had our hopes. The evening had a serindipidelicious feel to it right to the bitter end.

Then, for me at least, was a night full of dreams.

There was a snowday in my dream.

When I dared to peek out the window in the night, it was clear that the snow was still going.

And at 5:40 or so the call came.

A snowday indeed!

The Evolution of our day began with a blissful feeling that anything was possible, but I have to say that little was accomplished, really, above the norm. And we are here, now, again, finishing dinner and watching the Olympics. But it is with the relaxed feeling of a surprise day off.

I'd say everyone should have a snowday now and again. It's good for the soul.