Saturday, December 16, 2006

Popcorn And Cocoa

What we really need right now is a snowy evening. Not a lot of it; just enough so we can’t see across the Valley and we get, maybe, two or three inches. The kind of evening when you bundle up in a blanket and have cocoa with popcorn. You are alone, you have a friend, or you have several people with you; however the population is, it’s fueled by this wintertime combination.

Does it work without snow? Yes, but not quite as well. What you have then are a few friends sitting around chatting, sipping hot steaming cocoa and chomping on popcorn.

But with snow you have people bundled up against the weather, continuing the ancient survival technique that doesn’t go away just because we now live in houses instead of caves, have indoor heat instead of cave fires. Times change, but DNA imprints don’t.

So why fight it? Why go around this evening as if the snow’s out there, we’re in here and there is no change in our daily activities? Go with the genetic imprint, wrap yourself up in the bearskins of the day (fluffy bathrobes though they may be), roast some food on the fire (pop pop pop) and wait out the storm (such as it may be).

We have all these genetic imprints and there are times we should listen to our ancestors and forget that it’s 2006 or 2007. They didn’t leave us these markers for no reason at all. It’s so we can participate in their life to some extent, although much more comfortably and with far less danger. We have prime rib, instead of mastodon steak.

2 Comments:

Anonymous mad drummer said...

For a minute you actually had me missing the cold, wind, snow, shoveling, warming up the car (if it would start), frozen ears, nose,lips, fingers, cocoa, coffee on the Square, skating at the lake, girlfriends with rosey cheeks...for a minute Tom. Thanks.

December 16, 2006 7:46 AM  
Anonymous ruthc said...

Sounds lovely. And if I had a sweetie to share that with I could be tempted. But I don't.

What I do have is a bright, sunny day, almost 60 degrees, light breeze. I also have no fear of a shoveling-induced heart attack or slipping on an icy driveway and breaking a bone.

No sweetie---no snow. There are worse trade-offs.

December 16, 2006 12:13 PM  

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