My baby girl loves the snow and she loves sledding, snowboarding, tubing and just about anything else you can do in the nasty, cold stuff. Me? I like snow best when observed through a window (thermopane, please), wrapped in my old afghan, my dogs curled up at my side, a good book open on my lap and a hot cup of tea or chocolate in my hand.
Not my girl. She’s been out sledding every day since we finally got some snow. There’s an elementary school that sits up on the highest hill in the neighborhood and all the kids gather there after school. The only downfall to the location is that the hill runs right into the backyards of the homes below. Mostly the homeowners don’t mind the kids, but there’s one cranky old lady (she was a cranky old lady when I was a kid) who has her yard fenced in to protect its perfectness. The kids are good about staying out of her yard, but whipping down the hill on a sled, you have to be quick about ditching before you hit the fence. Yesterday a girl went right on through and took out a post. She is fine. The fence is not. Will the grumpy old lady try to put an end to sledding on the hill? Probably. Will she succeed? I hope not. But getting back to the subject of Megan being someone else’s child….
The girl really likes sledding. I’m not sure how long she was out yesterday (a couple of hours at least) but little things like frostbite and broken bones didn’t drive her in. Well, okay, she didn’t have frostbite, but she came in crying about how much her hands hurt from the cold and we soaked them in warm water. And she complained all night about her jaw hurting from a wreck with someone else on the hill. She was sure she had dislocated it (I think the amount of talking she did disproved that). No, it was hunger that finally drove her in. I guess as my mother used to say, "No sense, no feeling."
I loved snow when Iwas young. I loved cross country skiing when I was middle age. Now I am with you. Snow should be seen through a window.
Comment by Dr. John — January 30, 2007 @ 7:05 pm
Meagan was supposed to be my kid I’m sure. Most of my five little weasels had no more than a passing interest in snow. I, on the other hand, have always loved sledding, skating, skiing…for hours on end until hunger drives me home.
Comment by Kat — January 30, 2007 @ 10:57 pm
I used to like snow when I was young as well. Now I try to avoid it whenever I can! I grin and bear it when the kids want to go out to play in that white, cold, WET stuff, but I don’t have to like it. So there!
Give me my fireplace and a nice blanket any day!
Comment by mamalee — January 31, 2007 @ 10:12 am
As you just read on MY blog, I liked it as a child. Not so much at ALL anymore. I did it this weekend just for something fun and different for my son. (The things we do for our children.)
Shame on that crotchety old hag!
Comment by chesneygirl — January 31, 2007 @ 1:58 pm
Snow stinks. I drove in it to pick up my second grader from school today. On the way home, we nearly got into a wreck and she announced that this was fun. Somehow, I feel that her teenage years will be one scary ride for me.
Enjoying your blog, by the way….
Comment by Maria — January 31, 2007 @ 10:23 pm
Yep, I remember sledding until I was a punkcicle from head to foot…now, frostbite from working traffic control in a blizzard pretty much limits my outdoors anything, save for shovelling…need to get that included in the exclusion list.
Comment by Skunkfeathers — February 1, 2007 @ 10:51 am
I keep trying to remember what there was about snow that made it so special when I was young. Now I only like it when it is in the snowpeaks 2 hours away from where I live. did I get old or did snow get colder?
Comment by jan — February 1, 2007 @ 10:50 pm