I am bad at snow driving. Driving in general, but definitely snow driving. This is not only due to the fact that I genuinely have a bad car for conditions (no 4WD, I’m shocked I’m able to keep a scraper in it, and tires that are pretty much as smooth as a baby’s bottom), but because I make bad snow decisions.
This morning the sky was gray and it was snowing at the lightest intensity it could before you could no longer call it snow and just refer to the precipitation as a heavy mist, and even though I certainly wasn’t jumping up and down about it, it was doable. And it was doable all the way until about five or six minutes from work when the snow started to suddenly get thick and heavy and I pressed my brakes and skidded and wiggled a bit. As a result, I decided, to just go the back way, and of course, the snow worsens and I just want to get to work, so, I despite that I’m on a big wide road with no real traffic, I manage to fishtail about and come within 6 inches of hitting the curb. Oh, clever, clever girl.
Okay, that’s important, blah, blah, blah, life is very strange and ridiculous and I survive it and I do alright. I didn’t break my car or my face, and that’s really the main thing. Went to lunch with the office people and the snow slowly dissipated and I was able to drive home and get dinner completely unscathed so that’s all good.
What IS important is that I am achieving one of my weekend goals of awesomeness: laughter. Laughing like death is an alternative to keeping on laughing but going ahead and keeping on laughing anyway. Supernatural tonight was probably one of its best episodes ever which is something that you’d really only understand if you’d been watching it for a while if not since its inception. I was pretty sure that my innards were going to spontaneously explode or combust or slaughter me with joy. It was just perfection and after last week’s disappointment, I was pretty fucking delighted. Meta beyond meta beyond meta.
And now, on top of that, I get to chat with my friends and they are so wonderful. No, seriously, I know people say that (particularly when they’re drunk) but my friends are tremendous people and good people and more than that they make me laugh so hard. I haven’t had that kind of unbound deep psychic release in…a while. Where you don’t have to be any particular kind of person but who you are and who you are is funny and okay. I love that. I need that. I miss that. All the work laughter lately feels forced and followed by hidden eye rolling.
And now, we’re going to watch Birdemic and that’s pretty much the end of any humor dysfunction I might be suffering from.
Holy, holy hallelujah. We are children of little sorrow and great joy.