So–I have been trapped in my house since Monday (actually, I was trapped at a friend’s house Monday night, but that’s another story). Why? Because Portland, Oregon has been under snow and ice since early Tuesday morning. And if you’ve ever lived in PDX for any length of time, you’d know that this town shuts down when there’s only one inch of snow, much less 6-7 inches. This “snow event” (as the round-the-clock news reports are calling it) has brought the entire area to a standstill. My trash can is still sitting on the curb, waiting to be picked up. Fortunately it’s covered in ice, so I know it ain’t gonna budge until everything thaws out.
Why am I telling you all this?
Because after two days of watching 24-hour weather reports (“Winter Blast” is my favorite coverage tagline so far) I’m slooowly going crazy from being inside for over 48 hours. Even a devout television addict like me found it bit difficult to watch a news reporter excitedly describe a six-inch slush pile in Salem for the umpteenth time. I’ve also been trying to watch some movies from my rapidly-growing DVD collection, but as I suspect like many of you, once I own a film on DVD, I have absolutely no interest in watching it ever again. (However, if it shows up on TV, I somehow manage to watch it then–go figure.) I did manage to watch some of the Alien Quadrilogy set I got for Christmas, plus Hitchcock’s The Lady Vanishes. I also did every bit of laundry that needed to be done, not to mention cleaning my oven. These are the only time-killing options left for me at this point:
- Make cookies–the time-honoured girl pastime. The problem is, my still-frozen butter has a “best used by” date of July 7, 1998.
- Organize my bills and tax records for 2003. Now let’s not go overboard….
- Take drugs. Okay; ibuprofen, but hey–it counts.
- Take down the Christmas tree. I’m talking about my Christmas tree from 2002.
- Read. Are you kidding me?? If Antonio Banderas can’t motivate me, what makes you think I’ll read on my own?
- Finish that knit blanket I started in 1998. (1998 was a very domestic year for me) It’s made up of twenty panels–only fourteen more to go!!
- And as a last resort, read every message from all my subscribed electronic library lists from the past year. May god help me…..
If you have any suggestions for me to pass the time, let me know. If they’re dirty/pornographic/smutty, keep them to yourself, or better yet–write ’em down and try selling them online….