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First stage of winter – 2008 version

I approach each new winter with the joy and excitement of a little kid. I dream of snowmen and snow forts and snowball fights – yes I really do, even though I should have built up an immunity to such things years ago. It doesn’t take long for the novelty to wear off, though. Usually by February’s dawn, I have long grown tired of shovelling the dooryard and salting the walkway and driving on slippery roads. In fact, last winter I’d had enough by January 2.

But today, with the season’s first taste of snow still lingering on my tongue – and heating oil almost half the price it was last year – I’m still in the first-blush-of-romance stage with Winter 2008. In that spirit, here is a list of What I Love About Winter:

 

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  1. I really, really love my scarf and mittens. (see loverly picture)
  2. Two words: Hot cocoa.
  3. Bad hair day? Pull on a snow hat. Problem solved.
  4. When the bad roads keep me home, I can enjoy the A&E 6-hour version of Pride & Prejudice guilt-free.
  5. Ditto Star Wars 1-6.
  6. Ditto Lord Of The Rings 1-3.
  7. I’ve been working on my sweater body for months, and now I finally get the chance to show it off. 😀
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Human Touch

I believe I’ve told you about my co-worker, “E.” To refresh your memory, she’s the chick who is much cuter than I am and once drank Shirley Temples with me on a particularly slow graveyard shift. We switched shifts yesterday (her three-to-eleven for my graveyard) so she could go out with some buddies.

To be honest, I was looking forward to this. It had been awhile since I’d had any contact with Daytime Customers*. People who–more often than not–wear their pants in public and aren’t [yet] too stoned to remember what they came in for. (Hint: it’s probably something sweet.) Alas, I was destined for disappointment. The place was busy, alright, and all of my customers were wearing pants. As far as I could tell none of them were stoned. But the majority of them didn’t come into the store. Most of them were only there for pay-at-the-pump fuel.

I’m not anti-technology. Obviously I own a computer with internet access (high speed wireless DSL…that’s right, we’ve got that up here in the boonies). I have an iPod, Tivo (or something like it, anyway…I can’t remember what it’s called at the moment), and a cool thingamajig button on my keychain that pops my trunk open for me so I can put my groceries inside it with the greatest of ease. But I’ll tell ya, I felt a little disconnected from the world as I stood there, caged up at that lonely, rural convenience store, watching lines of people get out of their cars, pump their gas, then get right back in again and drive away. Most of them didn’t even bother to look into the store window to see if anyone was there. And it made me long for the old fashioned pump-your-fuel-then-walk-your-ass-into-the-store-to-pay-for-it pumps.

The few customers who braved a trip inside were greeted with a hearty smile and an enthusiastic “Howdy!” It took all of my self-control not to follow them as they browsed the aisles, just for the chance at a little bit of conversation. They all left the store with a heartfelt “Come again soon!!!!” ringing in their ears. And when “E” finally arrived at ten-thirty I actually hugged her. Poor girl. She probably thought I was stoned.

Speaking of stoned (yes…seriously) Chapter 21 of Waiting for Spring is up at Readers and Writers Blog along with Chapter 33: Scenic Hills of Gerard Jones’ Ginny Good. There’s also some brand-spanking-new poetry posted by two poets; Nancy Allen and my buddy Joel Phipps. Check ’em out! You won’t be sorry.

*Saturday morning customers don’t count. They’re usually cranky or hungover, or both.