BrockLi Soup

It’s snowing like a mother out there, big fluffy flakes that are fun to play in, and, thanks to Virignia’s fear of weather, foreshadow another day off for local kids.

I love winter. I love snow, I love doing donuts in the car, and I love sledding. I especially like sledding while attached to a car, but that’s beside the point.

I don’t like that it gets dark so early. I wouldn’t even call this early winter yet, but it’s already dark as night by 6:30 in the evening. Once in a while, this works in my favor; if I’ve had a particularly productive afternoon, I feel like I’ve had a full day when it starts getting dark around 5:30. On the other hand, if I’ve been slacking all day, I feel like I’ve wasted the day away even if it’s only early evening.

Today was the former. I sent out a bunch of resumes, did a lot of little things that had been piling up, and got some work done on a side job. Now that classes and most of my projects are out of the way, I can start turning my attention to all the things that have been pushed aside in the name of academic pursuits. It’s dark out, and I feel accomplished, so I don’t feel bad slacking off all evening.

Saturday afternoon, Brie, Kidder, and I took out all the trash that had been accumulating in our pantry for the past couple months. Housing had asked everyone to park elsewhere that day so that the lot could be completely plowed. As we tried to work our way to the dumpster, one big earth mover, a couple little John Deere tractors, and at least 4 pickup trucks were flying around the lot, plowing snow into the grass. It took be a couple minutes to work my way across the lot without being hit. Trucks were flying all over the place, just narrowly missing me, each other, and the cars that hadn’t been moved.

Kidder was standing there by our building, just watching. “Ya know,” I said, “this reminds me of our hockey games. Everybody’s doing the same thing and trying not to run into each other.”

Kidder replies, “It’s all fun and games until someone loses a Subaru.”