Revelation Shmevelation

I started this blog as a way to vent, to flesh out personal epiphanies, or simply share my views with the paltry few who find themselves with far too much time on their hands that they stumble onto my little bit of verbiage. Lately I've been noticing I rarely write more than once a month, which of course, leads me to wonder if my personal discoveries really happen that rarely. But then I remembered, who the hell cares? Not everything needs to be this grand illumination. Not every post has to include some form of sage advice. Sometimes, I just want to share my day. And thus, we begin.

There was all this talk of a "big" snow storm coming and my little area of the world was supposed to get two to four inches. People were buying up rocksalt like there was no tomorrow. I wake up this morning and without looking outside, call over to my folks' house to see if they needed help shoveling the driveway. For those who haven't had the pleasure of experiencing "the hill," my driveway growing was just that: a steep hill angled at around 45 degrees, so when you first pull onto my street, it looks like a dead end. Then you get closer and just when it looks like you're going to drop off the edge, you see the driveway and house. So you can imagine my joy when I moved into the Little Blue House with a driveway just big enough for a 4-door sedan. But I digress. I call over to the folks, Dad had just started shoveling, but Mom thought it would be nice if I helped. I told her to give me about 10 minutes to shovel my own driveway and scrape off my car, and then I'd be over. I bundle up in my blue marshmallow coat, my pink cable-knit hat (with very stylish ear flaps), put on my cutest reindeer socks (and even cuter blue wool socks, because, let's face it, your toes get cold when you're shoveling), slip on my boots and head outside.

There was most definitely not two inches, nor was there four. I'd say maybe about one-eighth of an inch...maybe. And because the sun was shining so delightfully, most of my driveway powder had already begun to melt. All I had to do was scrape off my car, and I was good to go. The story was a little different at my parents' house. While the powdered snow was easy enough to shovel off, the layer of ice underneath proved to me an interesting challenge. Thankfully, my father was one of the masses loading up on rocksalt, so all we had to do was open a bag or two and shabam! Dunzo. And being the forward thinker that he is, my father encouraged me to help him shovel the neighbor/aunt's driveway so they might be so moved to return the favor when the next snow hits (and they have a snowblower :-D).

After the driveways were cleared, I sat down with my parents for breakfast, one of my favorite weekend pastimes, as my father makes quite possibly THE best omelets ever. By the time I came back home, my driveway was entirely cleared (thank you, Mr. Sun). Got a fire going in my living room, put my itunes on random, laid down in front of the fireplace with my sudoku book, and enjoyed my afternoon. It was, to say the least, quite lovely. A few hours later, I met my parents for dinner at Ruby Tuesdays (which has EPIC biscuits and "holiday" sangria that makes me fall in love every time), then I sent them on their way to enjoy their date night at the URI Men's basketball game (and might I add, Rhody Rhody Rhody).

Nothing all that exciting or intriguing, but it was still a pretty good day. Fingers crossed that tomorrow brings just as much happiness. So far, despite a few days of WTF, 2011 has been pretty good to me.