‘Is it a Snow Day if there is nothing to cancel?’
Gosh. It’s already after 4pm on Tuesday. And it’s either write this post or go clean grout. So sue me if it’s not up there with “The Time I Had a Blind Date with an Eye Doctor,” “Sex is Like Santa,” or even “Radio Days.”
When I was a freshman in college, my Middle Younger Brother gave me a record album for Christmas. It was Moondance by Van Morrison. It was the coolest album I owned. Also the only album I owned.
I remember that I used to kid around and say things like, “Want to go back to my place and play record?” You know. Singular. “Record,” not “records.” Then, when the target of my jest looked puzzled, I would admit that I didn’t own anything to play it on anyway. So ha-ha. Big joke.
I was thinking about that again today while I was looking out on the vast sea of snow surrounding my house here in Amagansett. There’s no much snow here — we got over two feet, honest — that everything’s cancelled. For everyone who has things to cancel, that is.
But is it a Snow Day if you don’t have anything to cancel? It kind of takes the fun out of getting outside and making first tracks — like I did on Sunday, filling my boots with snow in the process — when you’re not doing it instead of Something Important That Was Scheduled. Like school. Or work. Or a colonoscopy.
These days my schedule is, well, rather open. Partly because of Covid. Partly because it’s winter. But mostly because I’m retired. Oh, there’s always some grout to be tackled. But I’m talking about things that require actually getting dressed to do. And I don’t mean in leggings.
But you know what? My current homebound existence made it a breeze to get ready for this snowstorm. See, I already had books on my end tables. I already had movies in my queue. I already had knitting on my needles. I already had soup and chili in my freezer. I even already had Wordle on my iPad.
I was completely and totally prepared to be buried up to my eyebrows — well, really, my hips — in flakes. But, gosh, my Snow Day turned out to be not that different from any other day. Well, except for the snow. And I must admit it made a nice change of pace to get out there and make those first tracks.
Now I guess I’d better go tackle that grout.
Amagansett, New York. February 2022