Most summers our family goes camping for a weekend at Camp Swatara. The first year or two we did it old skool style, with tents. Then one year Earl thought we should rent a pop-up camper. I poo-poohed the idea, cause ya know, what’s wrong with tents? But he rented the camper. And we went camping with our cheesy little pop up camper. That very weekend the heavens opened up and rain came down in biblical proportions. Well, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but if you were camping in a tent, then it would have seemed positively ‘Big Flood.’ All the other campers from our group who were using tents headed home. It wasn’t just water coming down from above, but rivers running through the camp sites. I told my husband he was right, I was wrong. A camper was a great idea. We never went camping in tents again.
We bought this house almost four years ago, and this is our third winter here. Every year Earl kept saying we should really get a snowblower. I poo-poohed the idea, cause ya know, what’s wrong with good old fashioned shoveling? And for two winters, we shoveled snow. I like shoveling snow. It’s a refreshing thing to do in the middle of the winter. To be fair, most of the ‘shoveling’ was more like pushing, because our snowfalls didn’t amount to much at all. But still, shovels for the win. Then this year he got some beat up snowblower somewhere. Craigslist or somewhere that I can’t remember had this good deal on a non-working snow blower. Slowly he ordered parts and worked away on the snowblower. Thursday and Friday evening Project Snowblower became the most important thing to Earl. And Saturday I told him he was right, I was wrong. Snowblowers are a great idea. I even used it myself.
I’m starting to sense a pattern here. Which makes me wonder on which other subject he’s right and I’m wrong. He does want a utility shed. I keep saying, bah humbug, who needs a utility shed, we have a big two car garage, everything should fit in there. This is the USA and we all have too much stuff anyway. Utility sheds are an excuse to keep crap you don’t need. But we do have a snowblower now, and the garage is really full, so maybe I’ll rethink that. Maybe.
He also thinks a laundry chute would be a great idea. That one’s not happening. Nope.
And now for my Snow Thoughts.
Judging by the amount of baking done according to Facebook posts, we all are gonna get a bit big and puffy looking. And I’m not talking about wearing our snowsuits. I myself indulged in the ‘Bake while the Blizzard Blows’ fad. Friday there was homemade bread and Whoopie Pies. I’m not making whoopie pies again for a long long time, those things are a serious time suck. Saturday I made macaroni salad (special request from the man who was right). Finally after seeing everyone else post pics of cinnamon rolls I gave in and made those too.
When we lived in the trailer our neighbors weren’t super close, we could see them but there was nothing like having a casual conversation while standing in your front yard. You just waved from a distance and went about your solitary hermit life. Now we live on a street in a town and in the summertime we chat with the neighbors while mowing the lawn, or when they walk the dog, or when we get the mail. We sit on the front porch and holler out greetings to the man with the red hat who’s taking his daily walk. You get the idea, it’s a social life. But then winter comes and we all head inside and hibernate. It’s a hermit life again. Until the snow falls. Then we head outside again to clear our driveways and those pesky sidewalks. And we talk with the neighbors again. We yell back and forth with the grumpy old man (just kidding) next door. He tells me to put on a jacket and I tell him its hot. The kids play with the neighbor’s kids again. It’s a happy Norman Rockwell life.
While I’m talking to the neighbor lady I tell her how I recently came across a picture of the two oldest kids. It was probably seven years ago during a snowfall and they looked all cute and matchy matchy in their coordinated little outfits. I said now it’s embarrassing to post pics of the kids outside in the snow cause they look like ragamuffins. Somehow I haven’t kept up with the important task of beautiful clothing for all seasons. And there’s no excuse, we have Pinterest now!! The ultimate guide to dressing your kids cutely, having a beautiful house and making delicious meals!! (I must not spend enough time on Pinterest cause I’m seriously failing on all three fronts there.) This year Delilah doesn’t even have snow boots. In my defense, I’m pretty sure she had some last year and they disappeared between then and Saturday afternoon. Atticus’ sleeves are too short on his jackets, with the exception of the ‘not very snow compatible’ wool jacket. I might have noticed this stuff before now if the weather hadn’t gone completely bipolar on us this year. It was nice and warm until suddenly it was all ‘I’m gonna blizzard you.’ So we shall blame this year on the weather although the chances are that it’s simply a result of having more than two children.
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