I wonder what we will do today. Probably read some. Play with our Kindles. Watch TV. I was pondering the term "cabin fever" this morning. Although I haven't researched it, I would expect it came from pioneer days (not from being stuck in an airplane on the tarmac for 2 hours waiting to take off).
Most of my ancestors have been here since the early 1800's. I suspect several of them traveled in covered wagons and endured brutal winter conditions. Days like this make me feel like a wuss. I imagine us as pioneers, me baking and cooking while my man builds a big 'ole fire so we don't all freeze to death. Bundled in animal skins and shivering. The only upside would be that there were no driveways to shovel. Unfortunately, the downsides were numerous. Hungry wild animals would make it tricky to step foot outside. No 7-11 within walking distance. No Disney movies to keep the kids occupied.
There we would be, huddled close together by the fire. Him asking me what's for dinner. Or is there anything left over that would make a good snack. Me thinking we're just going to have to smell bad for awhile 'cause there's no way I'm sticking my hands in freezing cold water to wash anything. Then, to distract ourselves, we crack open something by Dickens, and he starts to read to me. We know all of the lines by heart. So, as we would in modern times while watching Rio Bravo, we start to recite certain well-loved parts together. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."
Back here in modern day, snowed in, Mr. is still in bed. Our son is away at college, no chance of getting our driveway shoveled. (Don't be that way, Joe, you know we miss you.) I suppose I'll get talked into baking something this afternoon. Maybe we'll shlep to the library (which is four blocks away). Or, more likely, Dunkin' Donuts, which is situated at the corner of our street. Or maybe we'll just close the curtains and dream of warmer days.
Spring Training is only a month away!
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