Snow
12/14/2008 06:05 p.m.
It snowed the other day. And I don't mean the dirtysleetyslush that Louisiana gets in the cold and the rain. And I don't mean the ice chucks that form on car windshields that inconvience and lead to thirty minutes of sitting in cold leather seats with the defrost on high. I'm talking white fluffy swirling-in-the-wind land-in-your-hair-and-stick fucking snow. In Baton Rouge. So of course at 6 in the morning my rat dog Floyd and I were in full frolic mode outside. I was absolutely thrilled. And when I got to work hours later I was still just as excited and I can't tell you how many times that day someone told me that I was a little kid. And I just didn't get it. How could comeone not be excited about it? How could someone still go about their day, business as usual and ignore all the glorious crazy that was going on outside. Why not induldge in the one real snow fall that south Louisiana will probably ever get?
By the time I was driving home it had all dripped off the trees and rooftops already. But it was still thick in the fields and other open spaces and everywhere there were lumpy, dirty snowmen grinning from the road sides, leaves and muck stick in their gimpy bodies, with crooked stick arms and moss hair. And I couldn't help but laugh and laugh out loud alone in my car. There was nothing left to do but turn up Marching Bands of Manhatten and be thankful for childlike wonder. I don't think I could live without it.
I am currently Festive
I am listening to Death Cab for Cutie