January 4, 2010
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Snow Days
Many of the members of the cast of characters in my life are in different places now. There have been a lot of changes in a year. For the most part, it’s been a natural evolution. Children grow up and move away and come and go in a different pattern than they did when they were – well – not adults. The husband and I don’t live together anymore but that is not today’s story. Today’s story is about SNOW DAYS!
Yup! We have one. Yee HAW!
Sense memory is a funny thing. There are no children at home to cover gently and whisper to quietly “Go back to sleep honey. There’s no school today.” The sure thing was that they would wake up wide-eyed and alert, “What! Really! Cool! What’s for breakfast?” Because no matter how bare the cupboard I managed a special breakfast on snow days. My hands are itching right now to make gingerbread from scratch and fill this new home with that scent of excitement and giggles. And after that I would make a big pot of split pea soup and a pan of cornbread that would serve as lunch and dinner and anything in between the sledding and playing outside because it is one of those days when the weather is perfect winter. Deep snow. No biting wind. Bundle them up at daylight and send them out to play. This is perfect. But there are no warm bodies under covers and I doubt that my adult children would appreciate an early morning phone call to tell them to go back to sleep. I imagine their response to be “Mooooom! I have to go to work anyway. This sucks.” So I will wait to make the phone call until a little later and tell them to drive safely and leave early and give themselves plenty of time to get where they are going.
The characters who have remained more or less constant are the dogs and they romped happily this morning after I shoved the back door through the snow drift. Even the boy dog dachshund jumped and cavorted. The wind wasn’t blowing for a change and the still air made him happy bounding through the drifts. The Aussie girl dog loves this stuff. She wants to stay outside for hours and roll and chase her ball except for one small problem – her ball gets cold and uncomfortable to pick up and return. Still, she is valiant in her efforts.
So, in this changed life of mine, the dogs are curled up and the snow falls outside and life is full of giggles and hot coffee.
I just may make that soup anyway. I can always put it in the freezer.
And so it goes.
Comments (5)
My soup of the day was homemade chicken noodle. With only 2 of us there is enough leftover for today’s 2 meals. Keep warm!
I resonate with this
My life has changed so much in the last year, sounding like yours.
The memories are so good to have, and I am hoping I will keep making new and good ones.
You made me long for my snow days. My kid snow days. Mom made hot chocolate from scratch for after we came back in from the snow. I don’t even remember sleeping in on those days. It was as if a snow day was meant to be for playing in the snow not for getting out of school.
Life has changed, but you have still made it your own and it sounds pretty darned good actually.
Good to have you back!
Little doubt, the dude is completely fair.
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