Oh my God. So tired. Heather and I were up till… 6? 6.30am? When the lights went out the light poured in from the outside. We tried to outwait the arrival of the snow. We didn’t quite make it, but it sounds like we missed it by less than an hour.
Back in grade school, it seemed that snow was always a quantum event – it had some percentage of occuring between the sleep of one day and the waking of the next. But if we tried to stay up and watch it start, it’d never come. It was my first object-lesson in a Heisenburg-esque uncertainty principle. Schroedinger snow. Nothing really that fancy, I guess. A watched pot never boils?
No – you can determine where snow may fall, or when it might start falling, but those two bits of information are mutually exclusive. Just as until it is observed, snowfall may or may not have occured. The event is not determined until you get up in the morning and peek out the window.
So, the phone calls (for some reason) started to pour in at around noon. Five hours of sleep doesn’t make me a good conversationalist, but that’s okay since I get crap cell reception here anywho. Conversations today are going to be fragmented one way or another, and there’s NO way I’m standing outside to talk to people right now.
So, I really shouldn’t be typing at the moment. I’m not really sticking to any particular topic. Heather’s topic got me to reminescing, combined with the memories of me and my brother (sorry Mom, my brother and I) waiting up, watching for snowfall, I remember MY Denny’s experiences. They were usually precursors to going and hanging out in one of the local parks. You know, like badasses since they CLOSED AT DUSK!!!
Hee hee. That’s when the rockstar in me started. We were just so damned hardcore.
Snowdays at the Commons. I miss MICA, sledding on the Station Building hill, careening down the double hill in the Commons, seeing who could make it down the hill, over the basketball court, through the double doors, and to the mailbox. Ice storms that would turn the back parking lot into an ice skating rink.
I rarely wore shoes in college, not unless I had to leave the Commons. Even in winter. I remember running from my apartment in Building II to Audrey’s apartment in Building III – about 6″ of snow on the ground with a frozen icy crust on top – barefoot. Didn’t bother me too much but when I got to her place she was shocked and sat me down and started fussing until I looked down and realized I’d shredded my feet with the ice. She dug me a path between the two buildings before I knew what she was up to. Did way too much in the snow that winter.
