The Pleasure of Getting Back to Normal

Brian picThe idea of normal is dubious at best, especially in a culture in which technology and knowledge grow exponentially. For many folks, “It’s crazy” and “I feel overwhelmed” are normal. Speed is in; slowing down is not. So how could anything be of a magnitude to make a crazy, overwhelmed life seem normal? How about almost a foot of snow where according to The Kentucky New Era the last such snow was in 1960, and the one before that in 1921?

Western Kentucky is not the land of snow plows and salt trucks. Yes, there are a few—a few. Four wheel drive is not an item factored in that often when buying a vehicle. At first, a monster snow (friends in New England and Alaska mock at me on this) is aesthetic. coffee Witness pre-sunrise, sitting by the window with a hot drink the first morning. Later, kids across the street get out on their sled. It’s a postcard look. How many days is it fun, especially when work piles up?

That’s where the law of opposites comes into play. Think of the times you’ve stubbed your toe only to enjoy moments later how much your toe doesn’t hurt. “My toe doesn’t hurt” is a fleeting state of mind, but nice in the moment. funny-grumpy-cat-meme-monday-goodThe daily grind and regular fare of the “It’s crazy” and “I feel overwhelmed life” of the regular workday will feel normal after a week of being snowed in and out of the classroom and office at school.

Kroger will even restock its bread and milk. Not every register operator will be called to the front. We’ll be back to normal—well, sort of.


2 comments on “The Pleasure of Getting Back to Normal

  1. xiousgeonz says:

    A major snowstorm surrounds us all with nice, soft (albeit frigid) padding… I learned a new term for snow from a Cape Cod online friend: “Frog snow.” Watching humans have to throw one leg after the other ‘way up in the air, knee bent, to navigate the waist-high poofiness, I understood…

    • It’s a different world in the North where snow falls and stays on the ground. I grew up in Michigan until age 12, but that was a long time ago. Since then, it’s been the hotter states. Tks for the comment. B

      On Mon, Feb 23, 2015 at 10:07 AM, pleasureinlearning wrote:


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