Strongly Worded

Let It Snow

Sunday night should be banned. There should be some kind of time warp between Sunday morning and Monday morning, I think.

Yesterday I went to see my friend A.'s new house. She and her husband just bought a real house. Not a condo. A full-on three-story house, with stainless steel appliances and a yard. I was so excited to see it, and wanted to bring salt and bread, which apparently is a traditional housewarming gift in the Jewish tradition (A. is an observant Jew). Because A. has absolutely everything (she is a gourmet cook and has all the acoutrements), I wanted to bring her French sea salt in a classy mill and an equally classy loaf of bakery bread.

Just as I was leaving, it started to snow hard, and thus my car was covered in snow, which I had to remove. I'm still not used to this whole snow-on-car phenomenon, and it sucks. It was getting dark and windy and snowy, and I became increasingly crabby as 1) I found the bakery closed, 2) the French salt with classy mill at the local houseware store was priced at $39.95, and 3) the supermarket was deserted, a real wasteland, with limp lame flowers, and a picked-over selection of breads.

I drove back home with irises, not-so-classy French sea salt sans mill from the supermarket, and a baguette. I was full of rage at the inconvenience of the snow, the cold, and the continued impact of Christmas.

And then, through my foggy windshield, I saw a child tumbling through the snow, wearing a red snowsuit and a blissful expression. And I remembered that snow isn't just here to inconvenience me ... that in fact, it's dusting the grey afternoon with a white, bright cover, exciting children, inspiring families.

Posted by Dori at 10:17 AM