Wednesday, January 12, 2011

frozen creative juices

my mom brought me a snowball...
There is a huge part of me that hates going back on my word, next to lying or enjoying the music of Nickelback, I think it's the worst deed humans are capable of (...oh and murder.).  A few blogs back, I mentioned how I wasn't going to write about cliche subject matter- like the weather...but I really can't help myself. That's all I've had going on in my life lately, and the snow and numbing cold can be entertaining (in some very shut-in circles).

Early Monday morning, as the weather oracles predicted, a "snowpocalypse/snowmageddon" befell our city,  dropping several inches of snow to coat the ground like white chocolate on a wintertime Oreo. [Tangent: Of course, it's Nashville, so any amount of snow, even a slight flurry is catastrophic and needs 24-hour coverage.] Snow and myself have a very love/hate relationship. I love the sight and the smell of snow. I like the weird eerie baby blue color the sky is next to the white horizon. I like listening to music I deem wintery (The National's The Boxer album = wintery) in my car, heat turned up to sauna temperatures with frost framing my windshield.  However, I hate the impracticality of it all.  I hate that my fingers frequently freeze to the point of burning, making their functionality all wonky. And furthermore, I hate the fact that I can't make snow angels (waaahhhh...waaaaaah...).

Also I hate that I can't get out in it like I want to. One doesn't need a physics degree [Tangent: Science was never my forte, so I don't even know if that's the appropriate area of study for what I am about to describe,  you be the judge.] to determine that moving a wheelchair through snow is the worst possible substance through which to push a wheeled object, second only to a wheelbarrow through quicksand or big wheel across micro machines. It's something most people don't think about, but unless there's a pathway of some sort I very easily get snowbound.[Tangent: The worst case of this happened about 9 years ago when I was in college, my roommate (also an awesome disabled chick) and I were eating lunch on the polar opposite end of campus from where we lived. Somehow in the hour or so we spent in the commissary, roughly 2 inches of the snowy white stuff accumulated. Because the buses stopped running due to weather, she had to plow me roughly one mile across campus in the snow...her power chair pushing my scooter. At the time, it was funny and completely unnerving. As in most cases, things were 10,000x harder than they had to be.  As I think back, the sight of us was potentially the most adorable showing of handicappedness ever in the history...ok maybe this is...]
this makes me want Newman to get a wheelchair we can match. 

Being snowbound the last few days wasn't as bad as it could be. I wore in my new slipper boots and drank copious amounts of cocoa. Yet, somehow I became several days behind in my blogging. My creative juices are liquid...I guess they froze.

1 comment:

  1. Just think, now everyone searching for "handicapped puppies" and "wheelchair bulldozer trick or treater" will stumble upon your blog. Even in your creative dry spell, you are doing the world a service.


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