Hey, wait a minute. What just happened. I was getting all comfy, cozy, and settled in, and now you’re telling me I missed it? How can it be over? Finished. Finito. Fertig. Färdiga. Fini. Listen, I’ve got an “F” word for you. Frigid, freezing, and frustrated. Ok, that’s three words, but you get my point. For the last ten days, I have been battling the accumulating Frosty Flakes of Snow. They promise another 2-4 inches to fall overnight onto the driveway I cleared of 2-3 inches of snow only hours ago. To add insult to this thankless task, I can look forward to contending with temps in the single digits combined with wind chills reaching 20 to 30 degrees below zero.
All shoveling and no play makes Jill a dull girl. I have a plan to inject some fun back into the last vestiges of a buried weekend. I know of a vacant icy parking lot that lacks light poles and is far from prying eyes. My rear-wheel-drive car came equipped with snow tires and an anti-skid feature I can disengage with the touch of a button. Ladies and gentlemen, start your engines. It is time for the Great 2021 Donut Marathon. Tromp on the gas, get her up to speed, then tap the brake, spin the steering wheel to the right, feel the rear end slide, and watch my little car spin. Yee Haw.
It takes a minute to relax and feel when my tires lose contact with the pavement. My first instinct is to correct, steer into the slide, straighten things out and drive right, but I resist the urge. This is an exercise about getting out of my head, letting myself feel the car, respond instinctively, and have some fun. Soon I am slipping and sliding, right donuts, followed by left donuts and a few figure eights for good measure. Tokyo Drift, I got you in my back pocket and salvaged some Sunday before sliding into Monday’s workweek.
How do you get the most from your Sunday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer