Saturday, December 03, 2005
Look at What Happened Last Night!
I woke up at about 1:00 this morning and saw the snow falling in big fat flakes and was so excited I was up most of the night. I opened the drapes in my bedroom so that I could see the general whiteness through my lace curtains. Oh, it was so beautiful.
I was going to drive to my old home group across town this morning. When I saw the snow, I rethought that plan. I will either go tomorrow or go to the morning meeting on this side of town. I really feel the need to sit with my old cronies though.
Whenever I think of what I cannot do due to snow, I have to remember this though:
On my 22nd birthday, I was stood up by my date. This was in Chicago, and it being December 15, there was a blizzard. My date had a terrible car accident on the way to my house and was unable to call and tell me that, but I didn't know that until a day or two later. I was upset - to put it mildly. And I think the worst part was that I was waiting for him to bring booze, I was rapidly drinking all the booze I had in my apartment. As it got later and later and I hadn't heard from him, I decided to give up on him and go to the liquor store. There was so much snow that I couldn't get my car out of the parking lot. The snow was still falling - sideways. I did what any reasonable drunk would do - I decided to walk to the liquor store... in a blizzard, in the dark, in the cold. The liquor store was 2 miles away and I did manage to get there and back. When I have recalled this incident since I have been sober, the thing that really astounds me is the memory of what I bought at the liquor store. Having walked 2 miles in snow up to my knees and with some drifts higher than that, and with snow still falling, and wind still blowing, and having 2 miles ahead of me to walk home - what did I buy? A 12 pack of beer! What the hell was I thinking? I remember stumbling in the snow with a soaking wet carton with the precious 12 12 oz. cans.
So when I want to complain about being an old lady, I just remember that it is a miracle that I even lived to be 30 let alone living to this grandmotherly age.