…Though, to tell the truth, nothing actually failed. I was just too lazy to take the kids to a real sledding hill today.
“You should take the kids sledding,” Kraig said as he headed
to work this morning, bravely facing a morning commute that would involve snowy
roads with an underlying layer of ice that had closed schools for the day.
“Maybe…” I said noncommittally.
It’s not that I haven’t taken the kids sledding before, or
that they wouldn’t have behaved well. That wasn’t my concern. We’ve had
wonderful outings; just a couple weeks ago we bundled up to meet friends on a
lovely, snowy day, and had the snow hill all to ourselves. I was glad we’d made
the effort that day. In fact, this year we’ve gotten out more than any other
year, taking advantage of real snow.
Last year we barely had one snowfall. There was just enough to slide down our
driveway.
But there it is. We can
sled down our driveway, and today that’s all I wanted to do. It’s not a huge
slant, and it makes for a slow slide, but it works when push comes to shove
(and trust me, you usually have to do both to get things moving). So when the
day flew by with a fairly quiet morning at home, followed by lunch with Grandma
and Grandpa, then a dental appointment for Clare, it made sense to enjoy the
great outdoors from the comfort of our own driveway. I don’t regret it, and as
you can see, the kids didn’t either. Added to the fun was a visit with neighbors we rarely see due to vastly different schedules.
Imaginations took flight, sleds slid and slushed, cheeks grew rosy and laughter
rippled.
The Warnemuende sledding hill had opened for business.
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