Saturday, 21 February 2015

We surrender

The kids and I have been plunging to deeper and deeper depths to entertain ourselves through these ice encrusted days.
When the temperature stays low, it forces us to submerge. To hold our breath and search for a way to
float back up to the surface.


A strange feeling

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.” —Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran

Monday, 16 February 2015

Hand Melted

Winter has been hard this year. It has been freezing doors shut, blowing ice through our veins and even my dreams have not been immune. Last night, I had a dream that I put my hand right inside a frozen pipe and hand melted the water free.

Saturday, 7 February 2015

Valentine job description

I seem to recall as a kid valentines were a major ordeal.
I can still picture me sitting at the kitchen table, while my mother patiently sat with me while I copied down the names of my classmates onto whatever valentines became available to me.

I really never gave it much thought.  I never remember feeling thrilled or joyful in the process, one mortifying year, a boy actually took the opportunity to declare his love for me.  It all was so routine (except for the declaration of love) it barely stood out against the snowed in the gloomy February 1980 something backdrop.

For my kids, for some reason, Valentine's Day is a major holiday right up there with Christmas and Easter.  They have for two years now, made and filled in their valentine's with at least 2 weeks to spare.

They have not waited for the class list, they have just made their own.  I learned the hard way last year, that it is important to do a bit of quality control before they get distributed, just in case any one gets left out, but otherwise, I'm so not required.

Thursday, 5 February 2015

Snow type

These last few days a combination of dramatic drops in temperature, a sizable dump of snow, followed quickly by rain produced a snow with a solid crust.  So solid, that even me, a fully grown adult, was able to walk on top of it without breaking through.

Yesterday was the pinnacle of this type of snow.  Additionally, there were stiff peaked snow bank mountains encircling the school yard that the kids happily scrambled up whenever they could.

After supper, the kids declared that they wanted to go sledding.  I was reluctant, but I relented hoping some exercise would help everyone sleep better.

We set out.  The hill was dotted with a couple of dozen kids shrieking down the icy slope.

My kids did a bit of sledding but were a little freaked out by the speed that they travelled.

They gravitated towards the snow piles.

The piles created all kinds of crevices to hide behind.  The snow bank was a fourth person in our hide and seek game, a thrill erupted in my belly when I hid behind a hardened snow clump under the dark sky listening intently for the crunching of an approaching seeker.

As we walked home, it was like we were floating as we walked with ease over the surface of the snow.

That snow type might not come this way again.

This morning the snow is rushing in rivulets down the streets, I easily broke through the surface on my way over the bank to cross the street.

Sunday, 1 February 2015

The Crying Milestones

So there are the typical milestone books out there, What to expect at 10 days, 3 months, 37 months.  But so far, I have not come across a book that chronicles the crying milestones.
The first time you cry from hurt feelings
The first time you  cry from seeing injustice happening in front of you or on a news report
The first time you realized that you are going to die someday....
The first time a movie makes you cry.

Those milestones are different for everyone, but they are on a chart somewhere inside all of us.

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Weather Glass

Years ago, pre-kids, I bought my husband a weather glass (otherwise know as Goethe's Device) for Christmas.

It was just one step up from a gag gift, an old timey way of measuring barometric pressure.

We had recently moved to the countryside at the time and we
were still under the delusion that we could hack rural living.

It turns out, despite its fragility, it has endured, the weather glass, not us living in the country. Rain or shine, commute or no commute, it turns out we have a hard time hacking urban living as well.

Now the kids squeal with glee when they notice that the blue food coloured water has started to rise up through its narrow beak.

Storm day!  It doesn't matter if the weather glass is in fact predicting a lot of rain, the kids instantly start cooking up ways to spend a potential snow day.  Hot chocolate, sledding, crafts, playing school, tv, making is all possible.  It is our crystal ball.

Urban/rural? No matter.
Yesterday, we all hit the jackpot.