We Do Things: Adult Snow Day

“I’m feeling very Norman Rockwell-y right now,” Josh looked past me out the window at the falling snow and the wreaths on the brownstone across the street.  I put down the scarf I was working on to light a cigarette.  “In what fucked up Norman Rockwell painting are the people watching Justice League and drinking screwdrivers?”  He rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean!  You’re knitting.  The snow.  It’s nice.”

He was right: it was beautiful in Center Square this weekend, just so long as you didn’t have to go anywhere.  For those of us with no plans it was the perfect opportunity to snuggle up and relax and for the first time in recent memory I felt that childlike appreciation of a major snowfall.  It’s amazing how being a member of the adult workaday world can take something lovely and turn it into a stressor.  I grew up in a rural community and went to a school (Ichabod Crane) that loved a good snow day so I remember the sense of sheer joy that came from knowing your day would consist of warming up in front of the wood stove, watching cartoons and drinking hot chocolate.  There was something so comforting about the world being silenced and at a standstill, if only for a day.  Kinderhook shares the same old-timey historical charm as Center Square and this weekend definitely made me feel like a kid again.  The drinks may have grown up a bit but we’re still watching cartoons and slacking off, two hallmarks of a really good snow day.