we’re so unaccustomed to snow
Snowed in yesterday. There’s something oddly reassuring about the containment: it’s not permanent and it hadn’t been long enough yet for cabin fever. Your world shrinks and there’s less space to fill, less need to control, more easy to maneuver
Last night, to celebrate the first night of channukah dad made us take shots of some Turkish liquor that I can’t remember the name of. It was the Christmas Story without all the tongues getting frozen to the posts… and by that I mean it was one of those “supposed to have” winter nights — I don’t like sterotypes, but I forgot to be cynical. We played scrabble (well, actually bananagrams, which is a millions times more fun, not to mention that I beat everyone multiple times), and lit a fire in the chiminea in the back yard. The boys and I sled down the hill to the lower field, all of us boozed up, building jumps, me, oddly trying to keep up – as I am usually struggle to do in athletic activity – with my younger brothers. I felt less like the annoying older sister when Max called me a “bad ass.” He said, semi shocked, and semi facetious, “my sister’s a bad ass.” It was probably the half-case of my dad’s beer talking.
