RevGalBlogPal Friday Five
I'll humor SongBird, even though my LACK of the first good snow is still causing a bit of bitterness within me ....
1) Snow: love it or hate it?
Love it -- especially if there's the option of curling up under a blanket in front of a fireplace with a big ol' cup of hot chocolate and a good movie [not that I have a fireplace]. Course, then there's also sledding, and snowballs, and wandering with my manual-everything camera with its 70-300 mm zoom lens around the magnificently snowy monastery property [not that I'm anywhere near the snowy monastery property].
2) First snow memory
Not sure if this is the first snow memory, but I remember when I was really little and there was a monster snowstorm (blizzard of 77 or 79? which means I was 4 or 6) ... I remember being afraid to go outside because I was afraid I'd get lost in the snow because it was so deep.
3) Best Snow Day ever (actual or imagined)
Maybe a year or two before I entered the monastery, I was teaching at an all-girls Catholic high school just outside DC. It was a Monday night in January, and one of the folks at choir practice told me as I was leaving to check the weather report; which, obedient little person that I am, I did immediately upon my return to the apartment. [OK, I admit it. Obedience had nothing to do with it; wanting out of school did.] Turns out there was this massive storm that they had completely missed until maybe 9:00 that night. Nothing like an unexpected snow day. Not only that, it was one of those real biggies where they were cancelling school the night before. Plus, it was right after grades had been due, but before the semester had really started, so it was a nice little vacation with no work hanging over my head.
4) Best use of snow in a movie, song, book or poem
Not thinking of anything off-hand, so I will do tribute to my friend Jeana's favorite childhood book of Kenny's Window by Maurice Sendak (his first, by the way), wherein "It smells like winter."
5) What you are planning to do today, with or without snow
Not that I'm bitter, but since my plan of staying curled up under the blankies got cancelled (nargh!), I instead took the non-plan route of going in for an entire day of school (not even a late opening!) and finished watching the don't-have-sex movie with all my kids and then discussing it. So, just like "Nothing quite says 'Happy St. Nick's Day like three straight hours of genital warts" (which, I must say, won me the "Elevated Risk of Mullet" Award at PhantomScribbler's Wednesday Whine!) ... nothing quite says "Happy Non-Snow Day" like three straight hours of discussing genital warts. Sigh.
Of course, it didn't help to open an e-mail first thing this morning in which a friend from the monastery (yes, it's that evil Jeana again) wrote last night that they had already cancelled daily Mass today at the monastery b/c the priest wasn't gonna be able to make the 10-minute drive from Meinrad. Thus, they were going to operate on a Saturday schedule today (which means sleeping in). That, and a gift-shop sale for the sisters since no one else would be coming into the store. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to give it up for the poor souls in purgatory ....
But ... we're heading over to the other nun-house in Loovul for a game night soon (there are about 13 of us OSBs who live here, and so we've got a house on either end of town), so Weekend Wonderings will have to wait till I get home.
1) Snow: love it or hate it?
Love it -- especially if there's the option of curling up under a blanket in front of a fireplace with a big ol' cup of hot chocolate and a good movie [not that I have a fireplace]. Course, then there's also sledding, and snowballs, and wandering with my manual-everything camera with its 70-300 mm zoom lens around the magnificently snowy monastery property [not that I'm anywhere near the snowy monastery property].
2) First snow memory
Not sure if this is the first snow memory, but I remember when I was really little and there was a monster snowstorm (blizzard of 77 or 79? which means I was 4 or 6) ... I remember being afraid to go outside because I was afraid I'd get lost in the snow because it was so deep.
3) Best Snow Day ever (actual or imagined)
Maybe a year or two before I entered the monastery, I was teaching at an all-girls Catholic high school just outside DC. It was a Monday night in January, and one of the folks at choir practice told me as I was leaving to check the weather report; which, obedient little person that I am, I did immediately upon my return to the apartment. [OK, I admit it. Obedience had nothing to do with it; wanting out of school did.] Turns out there was this massive storm that they had completely missed until maybe 9:00 that night. Nothing like an unexpected snow day. Not only that, it was one of those real biggies where they were cancelling school the night before. Plus, it was right after grades had been due, but before the semester had really started, so it was a nice little vacation with no work hanging over my head.
4) Best use of snow in a movie, song, book or poem
Not thinking of anything off-hand, so I will do tribute to my friend Jeana's favorite childhood book of Kenny's Window by Maurice Sendak (his first, by the way), wherein "It smells like winter."
5) What you are planning to do today, with or without snow
Not that I'm bitter, but since my plan of staying curled up under the blankies got cancelled (nargh!), I instead took the non-plan route of going in for an entire day of school (not even a late opening!) and finished watching the don't-have-sex movie with all my kids and then discussing it. So, just like "Nothing quite says 'Happy St. Nick's Day like three straight hours of genital warts" (which, I must say, won me the "Elevated Risk of Mullet" Award at PhantomScribbler's Wednesday Whine!) ... nothing quite says "Happy Non-Snow Day" like three straight hours of discussing genital warts. Sigh.
Of course, it didn't help to open an e-mail first thing this morning in which a friend from the monastery (yes, it's that evil Jeana again) wrote last night that they had already cancelled daily Mass today at the monastery b/c the priest wasn't gonna be able to make the 10-minute drive from Meinrad. Thus, they were going to operate on a Saturday schedule today (which means sleeping in). That, and a gift-shop sale for the sisters since no one else would be coming into the store. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to give it up for the poor souls in purgatory ....
But ... we're heading over to the other nun-house in Loovul for a game night soon (there are about 13 of us OSBs who live here, and so we've got a house on either end of town), so Weekend Wonderings will have to wait till I get home.
posted by Steph Youstra at 5:14 PM
1 Comments:
If it's any consolation, my kids had school and I had to work today, too, so we didn't get to enjoy this day of snow, although 10 inches fell. I feel your pain, Steph.
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