I spoke with my good friend, Lenee, today about our impending snowstorm. I love this girl--she sounded like a five-year-old gushing at the thought of sliding down her backyard hill. I LOVE her enthusiasm. It made me want to write it down, though to me, winter and all its frolicking activities should be sucked up into the deepest, darkest and most merciless of black holes around. (Ask me, again, how is it my Christmas story got published?)
My brother, Ben, once got so angry with me because I kept making up lame excuses not to go canoeing. Boring, he called me... it gets worse.
I went to Disney World last month with my wonderful family and dear sister's family and everyone had a great time... except me. I kept popping the Tylenol, watching the days for the end. I always looked forward to getting back to our hotel so I could read. But naturally, by the time we'd get back I was too tired to stay awake longer than a couple of pages.
How is it one could enjoy reading or watching other people's adventures instead of preferring to live their own? Oh, you love that spa treatment? You bought me a pass too? Oh, you're a dear, but really, let me sit here in my PJs and hear of the way the masseuse relaxed your rigid muscles, soothed your inner spirit, melted away all your worries... Oh! It sounds like I would enjoy it? No, no! I just love the idea of enjoying it.
It really is a sick and twisted way to live. And, Chris, if you read this, promise not to murder me in my sleep?
Your friend's enthusiasm sounds contagious. I wish I enjoyed winter more but sadly, I only enjoy it when it leaves.
ReplyDeleteOkay, so that explains the longing for snobbery. Then you wouldn't have to participate in boring, common events like going to Disneyworld or to stupid parties or golfing or whatever, because you would be above it all. You could stay behind in your pj's drinking hot cocoa or herb tea and reading books and writing in a quiet, empty house while everyone else is out "having fun" as they call it. Fools.
ReplyDeleteI've been reading a couple of stories from Stolen Christmas each night before I go to bed. Last night I read yours. And I loved it! It's the first story in the anthology that actually surprised me, because I couldn't see what was coming from the beginning. You're a true storyteller! :-) Good luck with your Supernatural Suspense novel. I'll be keeping an eye out for it!
ReplyDeleteAww, thanks for your kind words, Joyce!! I take great courage from them because you are an experienced and respected author. Now to get my hands on Illuminations of the Heart...
ReplyDeleteWow, Karen! I applaud your snobbery! You must teach me the ways of the force.
L.T. Here's to pina coladas and 90 degree weather!
Strange, I feel the same way about events sometimes. I'm in love with the idea of loving it. But when the reality falls short, then I'm left wanting.
ReplyDeleteDo you know Giacomo Leopardi, he is one of our 19th century classic poets. He wrote beautiful-but terribly pessimistic - poems and in one titled "Il sabato del villaggio" (A village's Saturday) he just says in poetry what you tried to explain here. It is something I can sympathize with...as I usually say, I prefer ordinary days to special ones. They are usually disappointing because you excpect a lot from them. I prefer summer holidays to Christmas holidays, the seaside to the mountains, warm weather to cold. What about snow? I may say I find it ... a problem to overcome ... I like only to watch it fall down from behind a window but if I have to go out and walk on it ... God help me, I HATE IT! Mind you, I live in a valley surrounded by mountains and it snowed last night!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, Terresa. I loved your blog, btw.
ReplyDeleteAh, sorry about the snow, Maria. We're getting about 2 feet (that's a lot for here) so everyone's in a panic. I should check out Leopardi's work--I have a gooey softness for well played pessimism. Especially if I can commiserate.
On a good note, everything gets cancelled in VA for snow so at least we get to enjoy the unexpected free weekend where we can laze around in PJs, reading, and drinking hot cocoa.
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ReplyDeleteYay, Tracy! It is so true. Church was even canceled. Now there's a first!
Ha! That is so me... Why get down and dirty when you can experience it all vicariously? I am such a stick in the mud!
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