Spazz

Ah, snow.

This is probably the earliest we've gotten it in a long while. We had some on the 23rd, but it didn't stick. In Kentucky, this tiny bit here is enough to keep kids out of school, and thereby, make everyone happy. :)

Last night, I grabbed my brother and drug him out there while it was still coming down and we danced in the middle of that court in the torrential downpour that was the five or six flakes of snow falling at the time. I felt five years old again, which is not to say that I don't feel that old all the time lately. Being at home from school for over a month sounds good in theory, and in reality, my house is about 20 minutes from my school, but it's stressful. Very, very stressful.

My father is never happy with the way I go about finishing work for people, my mom treats me like I'm 12, and my brother is intensely selfish. I only had a full-blown shouting match with one of them yesterday (consider that yesterday I was working on that logo for the Sheriff, and you may discover who. ;P), but I've had one with each over the course of this month.

But last night, we had a good time. We sat down and watched Mythbusters and Die Hard, and the snow. And that's when me and Nick danced in the court like we were idiots, him in a short sleeve t-shirt, even. It was the most fun I've ever had this year, and I intend to repeat it.

Take for instance, the fact I can hear kids screaming all the way from the hill I intend to sled down once today. A rather busy main road might go by the top of that hill, but peh! We were 12! We were awesome! We were invincible! And we had a little cracked plastic sled. Once, we even tried to build a ramp on the already-kind-of-steep hill. With food coloring stripes on the sides to make it look like a video game. It might've broken in half the first time we tried to sled down it, but the fun of putting it together combined with the resulting crash made it all worth it.

An inch of snow brings out a lot in our city: excitedly screaming kids who aren't going to school, people who don't know their way around a patch of ice out doing 55 down said road behind the hill, and a quiet, clean-slate sort of feeling. The kind of feeling that maybe, with a little effort, I can make things go much more smoothly with my family. For starters, I'm going to run back out into that snow. :)

What a fantastic way to start off the year.