Kick Drum Heart


Glittering snow

Whoo, boy. Tonight was a blast. I had a few people over and we made three separate journeys into the freezing air to sled down my front hill and into the pasture. It’ll be a wonder if we don’t all have pneumonia tomorrow morning from all the abrupt temperature changes: we’d go from frost-bitten to overheated as soon as we stepped inside and were blasted with warmth from the woodstove.

All in all it was a good time. Even though it was so cold some of us bled.

Aaand maybe once or twice we narrowly avoided dead by beheading via tree. Or trailer. Or fence.

Next time, we’ll hopefully go sledding at Emily’s with two toboggans, instead of trying to cram eight people onto one. Then we can race :) And drink hot cocoa and coffee, and make fun of a certain inability to open earmuffs.

I know it sounds unusual, and no, I don’t believe in predestination, but I feel like maybe the cancellation of the dance was a good thing. Maybe it happened for a reason. I don’t believe in the least that this entire get-together was planned out by some higher power (it was actually all planned by me), but maybe it was pre-arranged that everyone who came had the night free. Maybe the snowfall Friday was timed exactly. Who could know? But it seems mighty convenient that we had so much fun “coincidentally.”

It’s something to think about.

Whatever it was, this evening was better than any dance I’ve been to. :)