Monday, November 30, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
This is a much better way to end things...my parents are silly.
Footnote: "cobwebby" was in the spell check but Otillia was not. Poor Otillia.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
You may be thinking, oh she likes shoveling her driveway, but it's not that simple. The conditions must be just right for it to be my winter bliss activity, otherwise I don't want any part of it. There are 4 conditions that must be met:
Between midnight and 3am
Dutch wooden shoes
Long down coat
Fresh snow not yet driven over
Sometimes when I'm all finished shoveling I don't want to stop and end up clearing the walkway next to my yard that leads into the next neighborhood. It's so peaceful being out there in the cold alone at that time of night. I'm slightly scared of the dark but new snow seems to make everything glow outside and the cold quiet of the early morning makes all the difference. (One time I made an exception and was shoveling in the early evening while waiting to be picked up by a date who was late because of a bad storm. He caught me out there in my wooden shoes, it was the first time we'd met, I took it for a good omen, and indeed he's turned out to be one of my favorite people. That's a one time exception though.)
Let's talk about the the wooden shoes.... I could write paragraphs and pages and books about how much I love wearing my wooden shoes in the snow. They keep my feet so warm, they never slip, they make that wonderful clip-clop sound, and they're just plain fun. The snow does tend to build up on them in deep snow and I have to stop to knock it off or I find myself in unstable platforms and 6 feet tall.
When I'm done they go back under the table in my entryway as a souvenir display from my trip to Holland. But, I bought them at a shoe store there, they were meant to be worn.
Till the next snowstorm...