Yesterday upon waking I saw that the weathermen had nailed it, their prediction of snow had been accurate. Heavy-laden white branches, frozen perfectly still, were outside my window. I grabbed my iPhone and quickly checked the local school closings to see if our district was closed. Yes! No school. My daughter could sleep in, and I could steal some time with her because, I too had the day off.
I shuffled out of bed and made my way downstairs, the dog at my heels. I opened the door to let him out, his legs suddenly disappearing in a few inches of white. I grabbed my daughter's Hunter Wellies, and a shovel, and headed outdoors to start clearing the walkway. It was a the perfect type of snow, the type that is light enough to push with a shovel, but solid enough to form a snowman.
I figured since I'm out there I'll bring the trash cans to the curb for pick up. Half way up the drive, I slip on ice. I'm thinking I could die out here and no one would know. Daughter is sleeping, not a soul to be seen. Whatever. I didn't get hurt so I shook it off. I decided to shovel around the mailbox for the post man when it suddenly dawned on me that I was finding more and more tasks as a way to stall. Being outside in the snow brought me right back to my childhood. The fresh air felt good. I came to the realization I spend way too much time indoors. So, you know what I did? I built a snowman. Yup, just me, the 40-something, out there making a damn fool of herself, falling and playing in the snow, in her pajamas and Hunter Wellies.
The funny part is, I was tired after shoveling, so my little snowman ended up being kinda lame, he was only about a foot and a half off the ground. My daughter and her friend had a big laugh at my feeble attempt. You want to know what is even more hysterical? Later that morning I let the dog out and what do you think he did? Yep. Lifted his leg and turned my little snowman yellow. I guess that was his way of telling me he insists on being the only man in my life.