I don't mind being cold because getting warmed up is so nice. I hate being hot because I take no pleasure in cooling off. Being hot gives me a headache. Being cold could kill me, but I don't care. Yesterday there was a big snow storm which I went out in (I thought it was ending, but it kept on going). I feel that people are more willing to give you the benefit of the doubt in a snow storm.
Over at the grocery store, we were all in it together. I kind of took advantage of the jolly deli counter woman by tasting meats indiscriminately, but that's what Christmas is all about. We were all gathered around--just tasting meat! And then my fellow shopper, who had a Jamie Oliver cookbook propped up in his cart, asked for pancetta. They didn't have any, but no one cared or even felt bad. "Can I substitute prosciutto for pancetta?" he asked. Normally I would stay out of this but the world seemed softer in it's blanket of white so I piped right up, "I think pancetta is more like bacon." (Prosciutto is more like ham.) I don't know what ended up happening with that. He was soon off to find a brining bag (and he wasn't even embarrassed! Good for him. See, that's Christmas.)
Later that day I was shoveling the driveway when a strange and enthusiastic man approached me. (I don't think I ever shoveled a driveway even once growing up. I never thought about snow removal. Now it's this big issue--like if I don't do it the UPS man will blow me off.) Ellen was crying and I was saying, "Just go ahead and play."
"Can I play too!" the man exclaimed as he began to run up and down my driveway with his shovel. See what I meant by "strange"? So as it turns out he was selling shovels and I say, bully for him. He helped me out and I got an amazing shovel. I went in to write a check and thought to myself, "I hope he doesn't kidnap my kids while I'm in here." Despite the Ted Bundy scenario, he didn't. See, that's Christmas .
So, now you know I like snow. Mostly I like warm blankets and watching TV. Snow gives me a reason for those things. If I'm under a blanket watching Dirty Jobs in the summer I'm some kind of freakish bum. In the winter it's just cozy.