Dog Days of Winter
- At January 18, 2012
- By Roxanne Snopek
- In Life, Roxanne Writes On
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Yes, there’s really a dog underneath all that snow-covered hair. He loves the snow because, hello, snowBALLS! It’s like the world is covered with potential toys for throwing, catching, chasing, eating. It’s all good, as far as he’s concerned.
Except for the snowballs that collect on his legs. Once he starts walking like an old Texas cow-hand, I know it’s time to bring him in for the big melt-down.
Yesterday was fun, the snow was pretty and clean, we were all excited about a snow day.
Today’s blizzard, not fun. My fingers haven’t been this cold since I left the prairies. I’ve had my fill of shoveling. And I can’t get out to yoga to fix up all my sore muscles because a) I can’t get off the mountain and b) the yoga classes are cancelled. Because of the SNOW.
It’s been a slice, Old Man Winter. Can we be done now?
More Why Some Days, You Just Shouldn’t Talk
So I was in the grocery store the other day with Pik, the youngest of my spawn, known collectively as “The Saffrines.” I brought her along for Sherpa duty… I mean, mother-daughter bonding time. Okay, to shut down the “there’s nothing to eat in this house” refrain.
It wasn’t going as well as I’d hoped. She’d brought her cell phone.
“Can you help me out?” I asked, trying not to sound petulant. “I don’t know what kind of cereal you want.”
“Sure, in a sec,” she said. She was ten steps behind me, texting madly, a pound of honey-coloured curls between her and reality. I rounded the corner. Any minute now, she was going to be run over, and I didn’t want to see it. Fine. She could eat toast.
In the baking aisle, she caught up with me, and I tried again. “Do you know if we’re out of baking powder?”
She lifted impossibly wide, blue eyes up at me.
“Huh?”
“Baking powder. Do you know if we’re out?”
She frowned. “What’s that?”
I frowned back. “You baked cookies yesterday. You use it all the time. Baking. Powder.”
“Mother,” she said. “I Don’t. Know What. That Is.”
I swung around to point at the shelves. “Seriously. Look at the container. You don’t recognize it at all??”
“Oh!” The light dawned over her gentle features. “Baking powder!”
“That’s what I said!!”
She laughed. “I thought you said bacon powder.”
Yep. True story.
For Anyone Who’s Ever Doubted the Power of Words…
- At December 04, 2011
- By Roxanne Snopek
- In Life, Roxanne Writes On
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… to hurt, or to heal. Please, watch this….