Adult snow days
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Jessica’s Science Blog- 01.04.18
Adult Snow Days
As I sit at my computer with the early makings of a winter cold, I realize that it’s a rare thing to have a proper “snow day” as an adult. When we were kids, we’d anxiously await the school closings announcement on TV. My childhood pre-dated the internet, email, smartphones, texting, and emojis. When my parents bought our family’s first computer and printer, they also picked up a copy of Encyclopedia Britannica on disk. I remember dial-up not being too far behind those developments. I think the year was 1996, and I was starting my second year at a new high school in northeastern Ohio. It was the perfect timing for researching and writing my school papers.
Later on, I’d fill idle time playing video games and learnng how to chat on very early chat rooms. It’s for this reason that I really dig the return of vintage video games with emulators and arcade bars that cater to people of my generation. Mario Bro’s 1, 2, and 3 still hold a special place in my heart. The addition of the raccoon tail was revolutionary.
But, I digress. Let’s get back to snow days. You know, there was such a satisfaction, joy, and mirth attached to snow days as a kid. You could wear your pajamas all morning, eat a leisurely breakfast, and bundle up for a couple hours of play in the snow. I once strapped on a pair of cross-country skis and pretended to downhill ski in the retention pond next to my house in Illinois. We occasionally went ice skating on that same pond when it froze over. I could build a snow man if the mood struck me, or break out the saucers for a little sledding fun.
Hot chocolate always seemed to be awaiting me in the kitchen. A hot shower wasn’t too far behind. These simple pleasures were all I needed to enjoy life. As an adult, it just isn’t the same.
As the snow falls outside and the wind blows, I’m inside working on my computer, and when I’m not doing that I’m either cleaning, or shoveling. Where has the wonder gone?
I guess we can look for it in a child’s eyes. Or a dog’s eyes. That’s great, too.
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