After hailstoning on and off for 3 days, the snow has finally decided to stick down here by the coast. Like most people who don’t have to battle snow regularly, I love it. I get a lot of happiness from watching it cover over all the little imperfections of the landscapes: the grim, the grime, the dreary. The whiteness of fresh snow makes the whole, old world seem new and clean again. As well as stopping traffic and building site noise, it muffles all the other irritating noises leaving just the pleasant sounds, like the ‘oink, oink’ of your footsteps and kids’ excited squealing.
It also brings out the latent 7 year old in me: on my trek to the Post Office this morning to send some eBay parcels, I made some snowballs. I couldn’t help it, it was as if my hands had a life of their own. I guess I could have used them as retaliation ammunition, but the local kids just don’t seem to target adults round here (softies – I definitely did as a mini-minx, especially if I had a sure-fire exit prepped!). I couldn’t resist lobbing it ‘whopppp’ against a house wall. I don’t think anyone saw me. And the householders would never expect the waddling middle-aged lady of chucking snowballs against their home.
So this morning has generally been an excellent one, with lots of nice things happening:
- I got to leg it into the village and back on my own, luxuriating in the ability to walk with my tongue out to catch snowflakes, eyes to the heavens, hat pulled down to my eyelashes, with only my own feet and safety to look out for. I could move at a pace that suits selfish old *meeeeee*. I think the gentle exercise of scaling the hill back home is what’s made me feel so happy – I miss getting exercise that’s sustained and steady, rather than frantic and in spurts, which is what you get as a mummy of suicidal toddlers.
- The Boss ran the elder minxes ragged making rude snowmen outside and digging out the car while I fed Baby Minx and steamed gently in the kitchen.
- I got a whole undisturbed 6 hours sleep – no squirming squids beside me – so I feel alive today.
- It’s a Saturday, so the Boss brought me rocket-fuel coffee in bed while I snuggled with all 3 little horrors. They woke up in good moods too, so the baby giggled while her sisters and I tickled and declared our love for each other (yeah, pass the sick bucket. But this is not a regular occurrence, so I need to log it to sustain me on the grim days)
- The Boss currently has some soup on the go as pre-payment for some mince-pies I’m going to construct later on.
- Middle Minx has given me some great ideas for a knitted hat-scarf that I’ll actually have time to do today / tonight (I’m a compulsive knitter. I need to knit the same as I have to write in order to function normally. Writing washes the silly thoughts out of my head and onto the screen; knitting purges daily stresses in the same way that climbing used to).
So – let it snow!
(…till the first time I take a tumble, or the gritter sends it all a poo-brown, then I’ll be grumbling about it – watch this space)