The sky is foreboding, the air sneaking in under the door is icy, and a light skiff of snow sits purposefully on the ground. Undoubtedly, Ingrid covering (and dancing to) “Toxic” is just right.
Remember a while back when I was going to be up north and was thinking about swinging down into Salt Lake for that Guster concert? Yeah—I decided not to go. If just reading about a venue is enough to make me have shortness of breath, that’s good enough for me not to make the drive. And let’s face it: I’m not much of a concert person anyway. But I digress….
With the concert off, Christina and I were still in command of willing babysitters so we opted to go out and try our hand (so to speak) at snowshoeing. The verdict? It’s fun, but I’m putting it squarely in the category “camping” has come to reside in: if it’s a means to better things, then sure. But as an activity to do just to do? Well, there are probably better ways to spend my time.
Still on the list to try? Cross-country skiing. Maybe someday.
(And yes, that is a Jayne hat I’m proudly wearing. Count of people who knew what it was? Zero. Count of people who just thought I was weird? Many.)
Amber came padding into our bedroom this morning and tried to announce something about snow. Of course, she was waking us out of a dead sleep, so what I heard was “Mama! Papa! There’s no snow outside!” Since we weren’t expecting any snow, I sleepily retorted, “Yes, and there also aren’t any gold bricks or leprechauns outside either. Now go back to bed.”
I may have growled at her a little, too. Sleepy sarcasm is lost on soon-to-be five year olds.
Exactly 24 minutes later, I opened the blinds and felt kinda dumb (not for the first time in my tenure as parent, I should add). Oh well—what’re’ya gonna do?
For this and other recent turns-for-the-worse in our desert weather, I have no choice but to blame my recently relocated (from the wintery, wet, and dismal east coast) parents. Since they moved here, we’ve faced no dearth of end-of-days weather. And I hear Connecticut weather is just dandy. Go figure.
