Snow Wonder

There is something mystical about snow. It captivates me. I am hypnotized by watching the falling flakes. While in a trance I am hyper-aware of the shrills of laughter emanating from outside.

"Snow day, snow day", the children shout with joy. As I peer out the window I spot them catching morsels on their tongues. Their heads roll back with eyes to the sky, arms outstretched as if they were falling flakes. I continue to watch them romping about the snow kicking up a wake of white dust. Then initiating bouts of balled war. Each of them stirring, maintaining momentum. Suddenly they stop, frozen their tracks. Dizzy and exhausted they each collapse to sweep snow angels into the ground. Their celebration ceases as the aroma of hot cocoa beckons their red running noses back inside.

I've noticed snow's magic has a queer modus operandi. Its first victims are children and animals promptly follow. Elvis tentatively approached the queer bright powder. He cautiously dipped his toe in the forgien substance. Deeming the frozen blanket benign, he plunged, pounced, and pranced about the yard. Turning the tables on Jack Frost by nipping at his nose.

Not a moment later the snowy spirit had me in a choke hold. I scoop a handful of ice in my hands and pack it into a sphere. "Elvis! Elvis, go get it!", I yelled provoking him to chase after the hurled snowball. It burst into bits as it smashed on the slick road.

I feel the chilly air permeating my lungs. My throat starts to sting. My eyes begin to water. My excitement skids to a halt. I beckon Elvis inside so I can mooch from his warmth.

The transition from snow fun to no fun didn't stop there...The downfall became an oppressive house arrest.

Happy Mortality!!

I've come up with this idea...death day...No, not the day you die, rather the day that you really celebrate you life. Okay, I get it you get a birthday once a year to give thanks for your life, but what about your funeral. I guess what i'm asking is why do all your loved ones show up after you've passed as opposed to when your still alive? Wouldn't it make more sense if you got one day in your life to declare, "heyy, i'm fucking glad i'm still alive, aren't you"? I guess you could still have a funeral for all those who need it. I'm not trying to say we should bag that tradition, but if people are going to show up under the pretense that they are there to commemorate your life, it makes sense that you at least be able to enjoy it too.

So, voila...everyone is here by granted a Death Day. This is your one free pass to call upon everyone who would (at that point in time) show up to your funeral to gather and say all the things they would say, had you died that day. You are only allotted one chance to call this day and possibly some age limits could be set (at least children could be informed so they don't blow it at a young age but who knows, some kids die young so exceptions could be made). I'm not saying you have to call this day at the paramount of your life, just any time.

It just doesn't make sense to me why people have wakes where everyone they knew comes to see them and they aren't even there to appreciate it. Maybe it's just because i'm a bit of a materialist, but if everyone close to me is getting together i want to physically enjoy it rather than being there "in spirit". Possibly i'm missing the point of the funerals. I understand that they are mostly for family/loved ones to cope with their loss but, if i had things my way, they would all gather because i ask them to no because they feel obligated (or bound by grief).

I suppose my whole point is that life is short, or we only have one life to live, or whatever your personal philosophy is...so why not just have a day where you live it up with everyone you care about no matter what they have going on, for the one day you declare.

Pervert?

Being naked in front of your dog is quite a peculiar subject to mull over. Never the less, i've been pondering this question for a while: what does my dog think when he sees me naked?

After contemplating a few minutes i am merely left with an eerie scenario lingering in the back of my mind.

Suppose reincarnation actually transpires after death. Now, what if my dog was a human male in a past life and somehow managed to maintain conscious memories of his past life (like the nudie taboo). Should i be naked around my dog if he has carnal awarness of my naked body? Does my dog enjoy looking at me nude?

Well, unless the situation described above seems likely then i'm going to have to say...NO casually wearing your birthday suit in your dog's company is not strange. However, i'm afraid it is strange that i've given this topic as much thought as i have.