Posts Tagged ‘snow’

Snow day!

January 19, 2013

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Go greased drama…..greased drama! Go greased drama!

January 17, 2013

Well, it’s official. We are swimming school dropouts. Not entirely sure how I feel about it. This morning Snort asked to go to swimming lessons (sigh), and at the mere mention Coconut began to cry again. It’s all go go gadget drama.

Yesterday we ended up meeting some friends at a museum, so that was a bright spot. The other bright spot was getting a full refund for the remaining eleven weeks in the swimming term. Of course, I will now have to spend more money to take them swimming myself, but at least we got that money back. Phew.

The other thing going on is that I’ve been accepted as a writer for a well known site. I am going back and forth in my head about writing as me versus writing as existere. Well, obviously both are me, but you know what I mean – fake names or not. Writing as existere would certainly drive traffic towards this blog, but I’m not too keen on that. I write this blog for myself, my family, and the small community that has sprung up as a result of it.

I am tempted to write as myself. To gain a few writing credits under my real name, however small time they are. We shall see.

In the meantime, we are all inside today. I’m all sore and brokenesque, and I think we are all fighting a cold. Coconut also managed to scrape off fully 70% of the skin on the underside of one of her pinkies, and we are now on fever and red streaks watch. That is a whole separate drama. I won’t write about it now because she has just started crying about how it may snow tomorrow and she doesn’t want her extensive finger plaster to get wet.

I am tired.

Living in a snowglobe.

February 6, 2009

MotherFUCKER. The taxi company is not taking bookings or driving on the roads today. Apparently the roads are ‘treacherous.’ Yes, folks, it’s snowing again. About fifteen minutes ago, it was like snowBALLS were falling down from the sky – twenty or thirty snowflakes banded together to create huge flakes. Pretty, but frustrating.

I have cancelled my first physiotherapy appointment (rescheduled for two weeks time) and have also called my manager. Yes, after four weeks off for The Injury No Pregnant Woman Wants To Have, I have now had another week off work because the weather is all fucked up.

The horribleness of this all is that about twenty seconds ago, it stopped snowing. Completely. This means I probably could have just waited and tried the taxi people closer to the appointment time, but I always fly off the handle and try to get things sorted as quickly as possible. Well, fuck it. I’m not sure they would have driven anyway – the taxi lady was on one of our ‘main’ roads and said in the past ten minutes she had witnessed four accidents.

So my ‘hope’ to cancel out my frustration is that the roads are still all slushy and probably turning to ice due to the temperature. Except not bad enough that they cause TMD a problem.

One of the new guys at work told Joy that he believes I am a figment of her imagination.

I. Am. So. Frustrated.

Mini me. Sentence fragments. Ten weeks four days pregnant.

February 4, 2009

You know, I think the aforementioned bump was actually a poop baby. I may have another bump now – but you know, it could be another congested block of The Poo.

Everytime I brush my teeth (which is not twice a day because, well, I will have a vomit baby) my gums bleed. Copious blood. I looked it up in my pregnancy bible and yes, this is a pregnancy symptom. Of the fourth month and beyond. So I’m still a month ahead in the symptoms game. Yahoo.

But as far as ‘the game’ (aka not vomiting goes), I think things are lessening. Slightly.

I am still at home from work. We had a lot of snow on Monday, and everything is still icy. My boss called me last night to say the pavements were still shitty and I should just stay home today. Again.

This is free time off, but not so fun as I’m back to shitty daytime tv and limping around on my own. Monday was like a miracle because we’d been watching the snow since Sunday night and Monday TMD had a snow day as well! Yesterday too. We were jumping around like kids. She spent a lot of time working, but we also poured our energy into her beating the ghost house in World 3 of Mario Brothers.

Thanks for only charging me for an hour, driving instructor o’ mine.

October 29, 2008

Soooooooo…..my driving test was cancelled. I called them three times beforehand to keep getting the message that while snow was everywhere and the roads were shitty, I should just come in case everything melted. So I had an hour’s lesson, rocked up to the test centre, and – no surprise – no test.

Joy and I have been talking a lot about magical thinking. ‘Magical thinking’ is a term derived from psychotherapeutic training. It means, simply, that people think they hold sway over the universe. Like, for instance, me saying something like, ‘I know my next counselling client will definitely arrive’ will somehow twist things around and they will not show up.

Three year olds call this ‘jinxing.’ Counsellors call it ‘magical thinking.’

I think virtually every person on the planet has this to an extent – it helps us feel important, in control, influential. People always are the star in their own made-for-tv movie, with everyone else playing extra roles. So why wouldn’t the star assume that a well-placed thought or comment could sway the script?

My ex-therapist once said to me, ‘Existere, that’s magical thinking. Do you really think you have enough power to control the universe?’

I seriously considered the question, then laughed and said, ‘Yes, I do.’

So when the snow was pelting down last night (three inches in under an hour? To this country, that’s like a national emergency) and TMD pointed it it could interfere with my driving test, of course I became mildly obsessed with it. I kept saying that I hoped it would be cancelled. TMD just wanted my test to be over and done with. I hopped out of bed this morning at the crack of dawn and was delighted to see our road covered in snow. I checked every five minutes or so.

When the snow/ice started melting just before ten, I felt disappointed.

So when the test was cancelled, of course I assumed it was because I wished it to be so. Magical thinking, my friends. I can’t help but feel a little disappointed – I think I might have passed today. Driving on snowy roads makes me feel surpremely confident and right at home. So, if you connect a to b to c, that means I am really disappointed in myself for wishing the test would not happen.

Crrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy.

I am comfortable in my own craziness, though. I like it.

The driving test people apparently will send me an automatic new test date/time. It’s bound not to work because of the Great Baby-Making Escapade of 2008, so I’ll reschedule for sometime in January. Seeing as snow is much more likely in January than October, I might actually be approaching giving birth by the time I take a test and pass it.

Yours truly,

Master of the Universe

When three gather in my name.

October 28, 2008

The train doors opened, TMD exclaimed, ‘It’s snowing!’, and the train driver said, ‘Attention, it is now snowing, so do take care on your journey home.’

Yes. Snow.

This means we didn’t get to practice driving tonight. I suppose it doesn’t matter – an extra half hour will not make me pass if I’m not ready for the test. However, if the weather is like this tomorrow the test is bound to be cancelled, because people in this country freak out when it snows. We’re lucky we got the train we did – another ten minutes and I bet there would have been severe delays.

I think I would feel relieved if the test were cancelled. If we weren’t going to be making babies, I wouldn’t give a damn about not being able to drive. I’ve lived here (legally, anyway) for over seven years and survived just fine without a license. But now that we live in the sticks and I’m sure to need to be able to get around, suddenly it all feels important.

Boo hiss boo.

As you come to the end of this entry, shut your eyes and send a quick wish my way.