What is it about this week between Christmas and New Year’s? Do people pretend to work or are they actually getting stuff done? It has to be the laziest week of the year, right? Or is it just me? I feel like I’m in a stupor. I can’t do a damned thing.
Yes, yes, I get it. I’m supposed to be acting like a grown-up. I’ve got a column due tomorrow morning and some other work-related deadlines. The home front is looking a little Boo Radley-esque, truth be told. Laundry’s piling up. Dishes. My (in no particular order) teenagers/dogs/husband are pressing me for various contractual obligations. But I was hoping to eke out a few more days of torpescence from yesterday’s snow storm – I’ve fine-tuned my ‘Off the Grid’ shtick quite nicely (“Goodness, I’m having such trouble hearing you up here in the Vermont hinterlands… Sorry, no signal”… Click!).
But as it turns out, those irritating communitarians here in Vermont had the roads cleared lickety-split. Honestly, it’s so vexing living in a socialist state. (And a competent one!) I was really looking to hunker down with my Ben and Jerry’s and Modern Family DVDs for a good long while without “services.” I was going to nap by the fire while the kids boiled our
store-bought Vermont maple syrup and poured it over the snow like the Ingalls girls in Pepin, Wisconsin, and then and we’d drive to Panera Bread live off the land with our venison meat and our moldy potatoes from the root cellar and maybe a few hickory nuts, and then I’d send the kids out to haul wood and check our traps. (I’d be supervising all of this activity from the safety of my Crate and Barrel couch, naturally.)
But funnily enough it’s business as usual around here. Roads plowed and sanded, work deadlines calling out to me. There’s so much I should be doing right now. I know, I know! Don’t remind me. But this is what I actually accomplished today: