Sunday, February 25, 2007

The View from Here

I used to hate snow. I associated it with cold, difficult driving, and dirty streets. Now, more and more, I kind of like it. I enjoy the insulated feeling of being inside a warm house while everything outside is mounded with fresh white snow. Like today:




Except that today, after spending twenty minutes digging my car out of more than a foot of wet snow (with a burning throat--the harbinger of a cold--and neighbors watching from across the street with shovels in their hands) and surfing out of my not-yet-plowed neighborhood to the main road--all before eight a.m.--I'm in no mood to wax romantic about the snow. I was so angry at the district manager who didn't deem it necessary to close the store today, and so resentful of the few customers who weren't sensible enough to stay home and let me do the same, I arrived at work almost in tears. A perfect day of books and movies and hot chocolate thwarted by retail. Retail. Disgusting.

But now I'm determined to start over. I have the rest of the evening off, and tomorrow too. I need to relax, even if I can't quite pretend to be utterly but contentedly snowbound (which was always my favorite part of the Little House books). Pajamas, here I come.

5 Comments:

Blogger Loralee Choate said...

That was always my favorite part of the Little House Books, too.

Even the book with the huge blizzard had a great scene where the Wilder brothers make these totally yummy-sounding buckwheat pancakes dripping with butter and maple syrup.

MMM...

2/26/2007 1:24 AM  
Anonymous Natasha said...

That part of that book is the only time I ever want to eat pancakes . . . yum.

Amber, I think you should sculpt a front-yard nativity scene to match your wooden cut-outs. :)

2/26/2007 7:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You know Amber sometimes you just need to accept that life is not always the way you want it to be. Trust me the stores never close! And old people and women with small infants are the only ones who will be there when you unlock the front doors.
Remember there is a time and place for everything if you are getting rejection notices then its because it is not the one that is meant for you.

2/26/2007 9:53 AM  
Blogger Amber said...

Rita? (I hope that last comment was you, and not some stranger telling me what to do.) Apparently the stores do sometimes close, and I wasn't sure how bad the weather had to be for that to happen. I thought this weekend's snowfall was fairly crippling, and I was hoping it would buy me a day off. I was disappointed and kind of put out when it didn't happen, but if I truly hadn't been able to accept it, I just wouldn't have gone into work. But that's not my style. Complaining about things, though, that is my style. I'm not capitalism's biggest fan to begin with, and just in general, I think it's important to keep an eye out for injustice.

Also, thanks for the encouragement on the PhD thing. I might question your "meant to be" theory if I don't get into a single school, though. ;)

2/26/2007 4:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

believe it or not i bumped into this site while looking for ways to control carpenter ants? after reading "Ambers writings" i felt compelled to say you need to write proffesionally. your writing skill is more than apparent in the small amount i have read. at the risk of sounding corny you were made to write.

3/26/2007 12:34 PM  

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