Monday, March 10, 2008
Stories.
It took 40 minutes (and the help from a stranger with a mustache) to remove my car from my parking space this morning. Unfortunately, my camera was at work this weekend, so I couldn't properly record our snowfall in Columbus. Nonetheless, it was noteworthy. I enjoyed being stuck in my neighborhood for several days. Snow storms are a good occasion for meeting neighbors. Mustached and not.
Because of the car debacle this morning, I was an hour late to the Women's Club Book Club meeting. I didn't shower or wash my face this morning, and decided to cover up my filth with a pink hat. I'm really starting to push the limits with my ladies. I'm certain that they felt sorry for me when I finally arrived, covered with snow and desperate for coffee. They either park their cars in three-car garages or live on streets that get plowed before the snow melts.
I arrived for the final few minutes of conversation about "The Glass Castle." A perfect snow day read, I'd conquered it Friday night and Saturday morning. As I poured through this memoir, I couldn't help but think about my family and our roots in the Ohio Valley. I was tempted to (internally) note the irony attached with discussing poverty with a group of women who'd never experienced it, but if any lesson came from this story of eccentric parents and a childhood of digging in trash cans for meals, it was the fact that we don't really know the stories from which the people around us came.
My tires were spinning on ice this morning when the mustached man came walking with the street with his groceries.
"Can you help me?" I asked him.
"Sure," he said, "I grew up in the snow."
That, I thought, could mean anything. I pondered his story as we rocked the car back and forth.
It took 40 minutes (and the help from a stranger with a mustache) to remove my car from my parking space this morning. Unfortunately, my camera was at work this weekend, so I couldn't properly record our snowfall in Columbus. Nonetheless, it was noteworthy. I enjoyed being stuck in my neighborhood for several days. Snow storms are a good occasion for meeting neighbors. Mustached and not.
Because of the car debacle this morning, I was an hour late to the Women's Club Book Club meeting. I didn't shower or wash my face this morning, and decided to cover up my filth with a pink hat. I'm really starting to push the limits with my ladies. I'm certain that they felt sorry for me when I finally arrived, covered with snow and desperate for coffee. They either park their cars in three-car garages or live on streets that get plowed before the snow melts.
I arrived for the final few minutes of conversation about "The Glass Castle." A perfect snow day read, I'd conquered it Friday night and Saturday morning. As I poured through this memoir, I couldn't help but think about my family and our roots in the Ohio Valley. I was tempted to (internally) note the irony attached with discussing poverty with a group of women who'd never experienced it, but if any lesson came from this story of eccentric parents and a childhood of digging in trash cans for meals, it was the fact that we don't really know the stories from which the people around us came.
My tires were spinning on ice this morning when the mustached man came walking with the street with his groceries.
"Can you help me?" I asked him.
"Sure," he said, "I grew up in the snow."
That, I thought, could mean anything. I pondered his story as we rocked the car back and forth.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Obama '08
Ohio's in the spotlight again; tomorrow we'll get to help decide if Hopes and Dreams or Pantsuits will be running against John McCain in the general election. Word on the street (according to the media) is that Hillary will prevail in the Buckeye State. Thing is, I know exactly two people who are voting for her. I'm not one of them.
Ohio's in the spotlight again; tomorrow we'll get to help decide if Hopes and Dreams or Pantsuits will be running against John McCain in the general election. Word on the street (according to the media) is that Hillary will prevail in the Buckeye State. Thing is, I know exactly two people who are voting for her. I'm not one of them.
