Snow Day!
January 13, 2011 Leave a Comment
Did you survive Snowpocalypse 2011? Did you make snowmen? Or spend the day digging out your driveway and sidewalks? Or did you do what I did and curl up on Mr Couch with Mr Laptop and take full advantage of your Netflix account?
7:00 am Eddie Izzard: Glorious. Eddie at his peak. Man the snow is coming down hard. Get bored by Eddie (how did that happen?) and then…
8:00 am Bender’s Big Score. Sniff, sniff, sniff for information, lovely information, sniff, sniff, sniff. Bye-Bye universe.
10:00am Ball of Fire. Gary Cooper is a beyond hot English professor working on an encyclopedia’s slang entry. Barbara Stanwyck is a sassy burlesque performer. And I fall asleep watching Gary Cooper?!?!?! HOW?!?!?!? Wake up for the last few minutes and then…
11:45am-1:30 pm Lovecraft-o-rama! Bryan Moore’s Cool Air (total giggle fest) and then Stuart Gordon’s Dreams in the Witch House (cute lead by no Barbara Crampton? What gives?). Add things like Dagon and In the Mouth of Madness to Netflix queue.
1:30pm try watching Penny Serenade. Give up because remember end is sad but happy but sad. Wonder why Netflix thinks I want to watch things like Disney movies. Do they have Lovecraftian beasties because if so, hells bells yeah!
1:45 pm Netflix has suggested Julie & Julia. Yes, it is a rather girly choice but I have read both Julie Powell’s books (although the last 50 pages of Cleaving was torture) and I do adore Julia Child and read any biography about her. Amy Adams isn’t the Julie in my head (think more hipster). Realize snow has stopped and maintenance is plowing parking lot. This might be a good time to scrape off the cars. Pause movie without too many regrets because is getting very twee in the Julie bits and the Julia bits aren’t long enough for me. Pull on roughly 27 million layers of clothes including very sexy if you’re into fishermen Wellingtons and trudge outside with broom and scrapers.
Have to brush snow off Blacklight’s license plate to make it’s his car and not a neighbor’s because there are several mid-size silver sedans at our complex. The car is Blacklight’s so welding broom and scrapers begin to dig. Think “hey this isn’t too bad” even when snow-blower cleaning paths between parked cars gets me right in the face. Trudge off to find and clean my own car.
Where I parked my Honda is now very large vaguely Honda spaced block of snow that looks like Styrofoam. And is about as easy to hack through. The only reason Blacklight’s car was a breeze? He was smart and parked along the hill where there was protection and a good wind to blow off the snow. My poor car was parked facing the road with only a tree or two to block the worst snow. Curse self for not making Tuesday night trip to Target earlier because earlier trip would have meant better parking spot. Manage to get Honda cleaned off and moved to a better parking space with only three fishtails.
Trudge back into apartment building looking like a Yeti’s very short and cranky cousin. Pull off layers of clothes and spread over chair and ironing board to dry. Change into dry socks and curl back up on Mr Couch. Hit play on paused Julie & Julia and cue Blacklight stumbling out of bedroom. Pause movie again as Blacklight flops on Mr Couch and turns on tv. Realize may never get around to finishing movie because Amy Adams really bugs and even Meryl Streep’s awesome might not be able to overcome the bug-age. Turn off Mr Laptop and decide if will ever iron work clothes before going back to work on Thursday…
