Coming to the end of a lazy Saturday. Well, not completely lazy. I cooked for the dog, made rice pudding for later (mmm, cinnamon), and the little guy and his friend helped me do a water change in the tank.
The cleaner shrimp in the tank seems to have given up trying to entice the clownfish. They have no interest in being groomed by him, so now he’s taken to cleaning one of the powerheads. Just like nature intended.
My big guy joined the wrestling team of his high school this year, he just called me from his match. It really is true, no matter how big they are, they’re your babies, and my heart is in my throat every time I know he’s stepping onto the mat. Still, it’s fun to hear his enthusiasm, and I feel very blessed to have him–especially when he checks in to let me know all of his parts are in working order.
Today was a hot chocolate for the kids day. It’s been snowing off and on since late morning, and it’s starting to accumulate. There is a magical feeling to the city under fresh snow, no matter how old you are. All that’s dingy and dirty looks bright and clean. Walk down the street and you see families headed to the parks with sleds. We don’t own a sled, and I always wonder where these families store them when it isn’t snowing. I’m hard pressed to figure out where to keep winter coats–in season or not.
The kids, of course, are wondering why the snow didn’t arrive in time for Christmas. I told them it was snow or a Wii, and I figured they’d prefer the Wii. 😉 But I have to admit, it seems to me that it did snow more frequently when I was a kid, and more of it. Yanno, when I was trudging to school, backwards and uphill both ways.
The dog is happy that it’s snowing. He’s a Swiss breed, and loves to play in it, as do most dogs. Why is it, though, that the same NYers who diligently clean up after their dogs at any other time, don’t bother to when it’s snowing? I want to put up signs next to the Clean Up After Your Dog signs, “Poop Doesn’t Melt.” Really, it doesn’t. And yet, come Monday, I’ll be navigating between mounds of black slush and piles of poop.
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