It's Suddenly Winter

I don't know why it should take me by surprise, but it does.  I don't know how I can forget things like how to dress for the cold or how to walk on ice, but seven months of mildness lulled me into a different state.  Last night in the car I was watching the snow do that thing it does on the road.  You know how there's sort of a little ghostly dance of snow that glides along in the air currents behind cars, sort of braiding and settling and rising?  It's like a tiny snakey dance of snow and it happens in the winter time, whenever there's a little bit of powdery snow blowing off the roofs of cars.  It can't settle on the road because the cars kick it up and so it sort of dances over the surface of the road, and I had completely forgotten.  Oh yeah, I thought.  That's the way snow behaves.  

I'm thinking a lot about fun these days.  I realized not so long ago that I don't have as much fun as I'd like to.  I mean that word very specifically -- I have a lot of pleasure and contentment, a lot of satisfaction, a lot of involvement, a lot of social stimulation and personal growth.  But there's a piece missing, and it's "fun".  When I started asking myself how to get more fun in my life I naturally thought about what I used to do that is fun, and I realized that some of the same things that were once fun wouldn't be fun to me anymore.  I've been thinking about things that are obviously fun for other people and which ones would and wouldn't be fun for me.  Anyway, when I get a few minutes I'll sit down and tell you what I've learned from these thoughts, and what I still haven't figured out.   

Comments

[Cara]

I'd definitely like to hear more specifics about what used to be fun, but wouldn't be anymore (because I'm guessing that you're talking about other things besides getting mind-blowingly drunk and waking up with a pounding hangover).