( continues...) day. I guess I never gave it much thought. He was always around when we needed him, and the place didn't have a phone that I can remember.
My next memory of that night is my pants were hung up and dripping on the rug near the back porch door. I was sipping hot chocolate, and my mom and dad were playing Scrabble with their friends Roy and Rosie Braun. I joined in later, and the storm kept howling outside.
Roy and Rosie ended up staying at our place the next couple of days. The storm got worse. Dad and I kept checking the barometer in the living room, at one point it went below the bottom of the scale, below 28.
When the storm was over, we had, if I remember correctly, 46 inches, and drifts that buried cars and houses. There was one drift over at the grade school across the street that let us walk up to the roof level.
School was closed for three days.
I think I remember skating more that winter, but the small rink they dug out never compared with the whole lake.
Okay, I give up trying to post it all in one fell swoop, somehow another post swoops in. Never mind.
Just think of it as having an uncanny knack for x-post timing - anyway, it's perfectly readable as-is, so I wouldn't sweat it.
And then Almonzo went and got the damn wheat?!?!?!
Dang, Daniel!
I gratefully accepted a "brooming off" of my snow-caked ice skates, and took them off.
Hee. I remember being broomed off before being allowed inside. Snow and ice were lovely when I was a kid, but I was over it by late teens. At this point I don't mind visiting it once in a while.
Although in a different part of the country your winter experience sounds much like mine was, Daniel.
Will have to backread Daniel's post--am at the moment completely enthralled by my new PotC LIFE game! It's SO COOL. Screw Halo, we're all going to play this today!
::tries to wrap poor global-warming-ized brain around "warm enough to skate"::
When it's 30 below (or colder) out, one does not spend more time outside than one has to. One especially does not go on a frozen surface outside and try to pick up speed. One will generally have to be treated for frostbite if one does do that.
Plus being able to glide around is so damn wonderful.
Man, I LOVE the feeling of skating fast. It feels like flying.
DH doesn't share my love of rolling skating, however. It could be that the first time I took him he was slightly drunk, had to hold the rail for dear life (along witha few seven-year olds at the rink) and threw up in the parking lot afterwards (OK, he may have been A LOT drunk).
This conversation has me stoked. If it weren't for my damned bad back, I'd go skating right now.
When it's 30 below (or colder) out, one does not spend more time outside than one has to.
Oh, I know this, it's just that my childhood memory banks are stocked with "do you think it's ever going to snow??"
Am I the only one who read about the Goth roller skating and heard:
GOTHS ON SKAAAAAAATES a la Pigs in space?
