was a joke when we played the game as kids. One that often included
an “oh wait, I forgot where I put it” punchline. (Ha ha.)
punchline has twisted as I get older. Fewer people are playing
any version of you’re-getting-warmer with me. And yet, perhaps
the basics of the game do remain…
other day I went to bed. There had been threats of snow in the
forecast for days. Not just one storm. Several storms. All dancing
with each other in some kind of competition to earn the right
to fly over our heads. Thoughts ranged from dustings to mountainous
accumulations to all points in between.
running joke had been that last week and this week, snowstorm
projected track predictions was remarkably similar to rearranging
furniture in the living room with my wife…
move it a bit to the left… a bit more… a bit more… PERFECT…
oh, no, no, back to the right, back to the right, little bit
more… TOO FAR TOO FAR… back to the left… hold it…
no snow… snowapalooza… dusting… heavy wet snow for the next 48-72
hours… dusting… snowapalooza-like-term that no one has ever used,
learned, taught or considered before, but someone thinks it will
be catchy and sounds like it’s actually real so they tag the word
cyclone to the end of it and start saying it like we’re the crazy
ones for having never heard it before… back to a dusting… get
out to your store NOW before it’s too late… back to moderate amount…
and all this and more in just under 90-minutes.
the couch STILL isn't in the right spot.)
the end, we didn’t see much snow on Mulberry Street. Until…
went to sleep with somewhat clear skies, woke up, looked into
the front yard and saw about two inches of snow on the cars.
the heck did it come from?
to head back to the game for a second.)
sister hid your sneakers. Mom knows where your favorite shirt
is. The hot-cold game can start from planned actions or spontaneous
you seen my keys?”
And you’re ice cold.”
am not equating that game directly to snow that needs to be cleared
out of my driveway and off my cars.
I’m wondering about aspects of the game. About making progress,
and whether or not you are actually closer to or further away
from your ultimate destination. And, about the jokes and hiccups,
when those acting as a GPS of sorts provide faulty guidance.
idea of my wife and I working together on a project isn’t as strange
as it may seem in all of this.
ago, we began debating whether or not to build a deck in back
of our house. While kicking it around, we benefitted from the
offers of some tremendous people… close friends and members of
our family that wanted to take on the project with us. And… of
course… it seemed brilliant.
all, with their help, my lovely wife pointed out that we would
be saving money.
thing is, I generally approach life not wondering if a glass is
half-empty or half-full. Instead, I want to know who took half
of my drink. And toward that end…
is no way we would get a new deck and not need new furniture.
Then, once that new furniture was in place, we’d need a new grill
for entertaining. Chances were good we’d need a place to store
the new tables and chairs and so on. (Warmer… warmer… you’re on
fire… oh, wait, colder.)
course, we ended up building the deck. It was an amazing project
with some incredible people. And the memories that last about
digging holes, bolting a header in place and leveling joists…
well… the work and effort and group itself was beyond anything
I could have ever expected. And I think that is where the answer
to the unasked question really gets formed.
years ago, I headed outside with a snow blower, shovel and brush.
I cleared the driveway and cleaned off the cars. It was, if I
dare say so, a lovely job. Later, in the evening, I happened to
have a moment outside, and I can to this day recall staring up
at the stars. A brilliant, crisp and clear night. The next morning…
six inches of snow covered the driveway from edge to edge. Welcome
to the land of lake effect snow and wind driven drifts.
a balance. Games can be fun. Projects can be rewarding. Toss in
those unplanned, uncontrollable, and often frustrating twists
that feel like two steps back… suddenly fun and rewarding aren’t
the words describing things.
today, I’m going to be making dinner for Terry and I. It will
be a simple, quick dish. As long as I have the carrots. (But what
are the odds there aren’t any in the fridge?)