Well, it wasn’t the storm that deserved all the hype it received. Nevertheless, it was fun to watch the snow fall last night and wake to a white world, the second consecutive year Charleston has had a snowstorm with measurable precipitation. Last year’s storm was much more significant (maybe six inches?), but even with much less than anticipated, it was a a great excuse for a “snow day.”
Poppy and I were up early to play and take photos before the melting began, and throughout the day her dog friends (and my human ones) came over to run around and chat in our long, black Patagonia and North Face coats. In between the outdoor forays, I read and practiced taekwondo, deliberately avoiding actual work on the computer. It was a peaceful day, which reminded me of the many snow days of my past.
Since living here, I’ve struggled to sit down and relax during the days I should have off. I always feel like I need to be working (making money), working out (staying fit), cleaning (endless), doing laundry (endless again), cooking, walking the dog or running errands. I remember the many days at Huntland, in Ohio and in Paris when I could sit without guilt and simply read the newspaper a magazine or a book for hours. Today, I forced myself to do just that, and it was lovely.
I’ve now finished both of my February book club books (Parable of the Sower and The Correspondent), and will be starting Sense and Sensibility tonight in preparation for the play on Friday night of the same name. I’m grateful that snow became my great excuse today to take a break from the “real world.” Or, at least the one I envision I should be creating every day.
