This has been a holiday of small blessings and Christmas miracles—and I don’t say this lightly.
On Christmas Eve I was rushing out of the house to meet an old friend, whom I haven’t seen in far, far too long, for Sushi—not the Christmassiest of meals, but delicious nonetheless—and I put a couple of bags of presents in my trunk. As I peeled out of Nana’s driveway I noticed my trunk was still open. I pulled over, hopped out, and shut the trunk. All the bags were still there so I went on my merry way, like Santa in a Subaru.
It wasn’t until many hours later until after sushi, a trip to Target to find a board game which included a lengthy stop in the card aisle, and some gift-opening at my aunt’s house that I realized one very important box was missing. My mother had put me in charge of getting an iPod Nano for my brother. I had dutifully purchased the item, wrapped the box, then put it inside another box with some tissue paper. Then I’d left my trunk open…
I left my aunt’s house to go to my other grandmother’s house, but stopped back at Nana’s to search for the iPod, in the hopes of finding it safely in the living room where I’d forgotten it. Instead, I turned on my headlights to see the box along the curb with its lid a bit further down. I stopped the car in the rather busy road, hopped out and found the tiny…TINY…iPod case open, with the Nano itself lying in the road. Not a single piece had actually been run over. Strewn about? Yes. Smashed? No.
I took it into the house, holding the various bits in my hands and announced that I had Christmas emergency. My various aunts and Nana looked on horrified as I laid the thing out and—miracle of all miracles—turned it on. I carefully put the iPod back in its case, rewrapped it, and headed out the door.
I’m one of those people who love snow. I don’t even really mind shoveling it (seems like a simple, honest form of exercise). So I had been hoping for a snowy Christmas, but of course, as you know, I didn’t get my powdery white stuff until the day after. This was slightly problematic as I had planned to head out to see The Fighter on Sunday evening, but with the Snowmageddon being forecasted I wanted to head home to western CT to find my driveway before it was too late.
I’ve been looking forward to this movie for weeks, ever since I told my cousin Samantha that I called dibs on Mark Wahlberg before she could speak—and I would gladly kill her in her sleep for a chance to make out with him—and so she should wait to see it until after Christmas so we could go together. We got our other cousin, Colleen, in on the action and we all scrambled to make it happen before we were buried in a snowdrift.
We caught a 3:15 show in Hartford and after watching it came to the conclusion that—if we were all far less attractive—we would fit right into the Ward/Eklund family. We may look normal, but each one of is slightly crazier than the next. We are not, however, any match for below-freezing temperatures, or winds that send tiny pieces of ice into our eyeballs.
I headed west on 84 from Hartford and a trip that should have taken one hour, took two. I love the snow more these days because, in part, it makes me feel better about my choice to ditch my crappy old Hyundai and buy a Subaru. As I drove past moron after moron who had flown by me on the highway and then spun out into guardrails (none of them looked serious, and in both cases the drivers were out of the cars checking the damage) I felt good about my decision.
Once I passed Southbury the visibility was, well, bad. I kind of guessed where my unplowed exit was and then headed toward Newtown’s flagpole, where I once again found myself enchanted by winter. The quiet streets, old homes, and beautiful churches
reminded me why I loved New England and when I once again had to make an educated guess about where my driveway was located, I tried to keep that in mind. At about 7:15 I shoveled 4-5 inches of snow from my driveway and stairs, and now (at 9:38) I’m trying to muster the energy to go back out there.
I can hear the wind and the see the snow piling up against my windows. I can’t see my white care out in the driveway. As I lie in bed, thinking about braving the elements makes me wish the new down comforter I ordered online was already here…and that I had something other than this fluffy little pest to keep my bed warm.