White Sand

Dunes and drifts. Snow and sand are so similar, and I've personally gotten to experience the joys and travesties that follow mass accumulations of snowfall. Its been a hard couple of weeks since the snow and ice befell my Kentucky area. At first it was funny, just another day out of school and another opportunity to relax and soak in the beautiful rays of incandescent light bulbs. It was coming down nicely at first, like a dry mist. Subtle enjoyment from the dusting relinquished upon the arrival of "snow chunks", as my acquaintances have so elegantly named. Then came the sleet, and thus, my yard transformed into a thin layer of ice. I found after the sleeting passed that creating a new species known as the "ice man" is a difficult art to master, equipped with only bare hands. Short of purchasing an ice pick and blow torch, I surrendered back into the warmth of my home.

Unfortunately, I learned something of the electric and gas wiring and works within my house the following evening. Although someone may use propane as their source of heating, it becomes futile to use in the event of an electrical outage. Evidently, the fan used to push the gas into the propane burner runs on electricity generated at your local electric substation, which lost that particular ability from the previous sleet and snow storm earlier that day. 

After spending a grueling night inside a subfreezing house and under five varying blankets and quilts, my family decided that frostbite and pneumonia were unpleasant ways to die, so we agreed to travel to my grandparents barracks against the cold, south of our current location. 

Four days passed miserably, my sanity saved only by my ability to locate a Wi-Fi internet connection. I spent my days reading about my Nikon and the overwhelming features of PS CS3. Sunday approached with snail-like momentum. That day would be my savior. A day of reckoning. 

If for some reason you had it that I wished to praise the Lord Almighty, shamefully I must apologize for your assumption and substitute my explanation. You see, that sunday was a day held dear in the hearts of all men. A day where binge snacking is looked upon as a symbol of jolly cheer. This special sunday, set in alignment to many American's biological clocks was Superbowl Sunday. I felt it approaching like a seismograph before an earthquake. It was my chance to get away and I took it, sprinting through the doors, and flying to my assigned destination, meeting my closest friends to witness the greatest battle of willpower and fortitude ever shown on digital television.

So after returning from a night of gleeful bliss and simultaneous disappointment( my chosen team fell to the hands of a bunch of miscreants), I discovered that my power and heat had returned. 

School being closed for another day, I have now had the time to transcribe my adventures and will keep you posted later on today about my thoughts, Chao!