Reflections on a Winter's Day

1. Snow ice cream is really good no matter how cold it is.

2. Additionally, there is a sense that this suburbanite has conquered the elements—at least, when it comes to ice cream cravings. As long as the vanilla, sugar, and milk hold out, I can go out and conquer the wild snowdrift!

3. The Young Man’s cold takes on a new level of worry in 10 ½ inches of snow…perhaps it’s just the possibility of bronchitis in 10 ½ inches of snow.

4. Black dogs look like they’ve been heavily salted after a frolic in the snow.

5. When the Tall Bald Guy, who hails from Pennsylvania, says that “when the snow gets deep enough the dog will figure out how to lift a leg”…he’s right.

6. Leg warmers may be a fashion don’t, but they’re a toasty don’t. When your classmate says, “That’s so Eighties!” agree and say, “Totally! And my feet are warm, too.”

Ode to an Indiana Snowman: Winter 2007

Born the morning after an Indiana snowstorm

We made you…all 2 ½ feet of you.

There was only that much snow…”but wait 5 minutes, it’ll change.”

We named you Lumpy because, well, you were. Sculptors, we’re not.

A few hours later your eyes fell out, and we named you Homer (not Simpson! says the Young Man).

Later that afternoon your nose fell off, and we named you Michael Jackson.

The next morning your arms fell off, and you again became Lumpy
Because, well…you were.

That afternoon you were jaundiced. The dog found you especially interesting.

Such is the life of an Indiana Snowman.

Unpredictable. Ever-changing. Ephemeral.