me: It’s Ask Mrs. Dr. Science Day, children. I am Mrs. Dr. Science and you may ask me any question you like. Yes, little boy in the front row?
Mack: Aw, c’mon Mom, there’s a blizzard going on outside. We’re not really having school today, are we?
me: (cough) I’m sorry, lad, is there a problem with your getting to school today? You know, don’t you, that that is why traditional school kids get out of school on heavy snow days, because . . . hello . . . they can’t get to school.
Mack: Mom. Our “school” is in the living room. Or the sunporch. Or the kitchen. Sometimes out in the yard, Mom. Sometimes even in the car.
me: Mack. Can you, indeed, get to those areas today? Even–dare I suggest it--out to the yard?
Mack: Mommmm . . . !
me: (clearing throat) I will consider that a “yes.” So. To proceed. It’s Ask Mrs. Dr. Science Day . . . .
Mack: (wailing) Oh nooooo!
me: Okay honey, I’m just messin’ with ya. Wanna make snow ice cream?
Mack: (huge inhalation of relief) Yes—–!! Thanks, Mom! And can we play Monopoly?
me: Absolutely. Counting on it.
We had a snow day earlier this week. We were supposed to have a humongous blizzard. The various weathermen had succeeded in getting everybody and their respective dogs to the store for a loaf of bread and a gallon of milk, and a bag of citrus, and we anticipated this wonderful storm for days.
Such was my excitement at the prospect of a day shut in with my dear ones, with the wind wailing outside and the wood fires crackling inside, that I woke in great excitement at 5:30 when the electricity went out. Alas, I was the only inhabitant of our domicile up at that hour, and I realized in dismay how many crucial chores I had not done the day before.
For example, with no electricity we have no water, and I hadn’t filled a few gallons of water the day before. It had just been so long since we’d had a bonafide blizzard, sadly. I was out of practice!
So at 5:30, I was scrambling around our very dark, very quiet house, searching for candles and matches and feeling very thirsty, indeed. I did find a gallon of distilled water in the dark pseudo-kitchen, and poured myself a glass (amazing how thirsty you can become, if you have the prospect of not having fresh water for the day). I lit the wood fires (after I found the matches) and lit some candles (after I found some candles) (all the way down in Bryan’s shop) and then went back to bed, snuggling down into the flannel sheets and reading by candlelight for a bit.
Such a romantic picture certainly could have ended sadly if I had fallen asleep and the candles would have lit my bed on fire. But I didn’t, and they didn’t and so a romantic picture it can remain. I picked up my current reading crush: E.B. White. I’ve been reading his Essays for months now. But it’s a slow read for me. I will read a couple of essays, savoring them slowly and chewing over the words and the thoughts, and then putting them down again.
I don’t want to finish this book, I love it so much. So I’m making it last.
He writes things like this:
“. . . whatever light is generated, whatever excitement, whatever beauty, must come from original sources–from internal fires of professional hunger and delight, from the exuberance and gravity of youth. It is the difference between planetary light and the combustion of stars.”
“It has been ambitious and plucky of me to attempt to describe what is indescribable, and I have failed, as I knew I would. But I have discharged my duty to my society; and besides, a writer, like an acrobat, must occasionally try a stunt that is too much for him . . . “
“I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.”
“I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”
- Gather up two ice cream buckets’ worth of fresh (fresh!) snow.
- Put the snow into a very large bowl.
- Add one can of sweetened condensed milk and 1 tsp vanilla, and stir.
- Add a swoosh of milk, if necessary, for creaminess.
- Put back into an ice cream bucket, put on the lid, and stick into a snow bank to cure, if you wanna, or just eat right away!
- If you get bored with vanilla, add cinnamon and other spices, almond extract, cocoa powder, or whatever you like. 🙂 It’s a free country.
- Watch out! Snow ice cream seems to be quite adept at causing Brain Freeze. Ouch! Not to mention: addicting!
I wouldn’t mind another snow day like that one. One per week, until spring, would suit me just fine. 🙂
Thanks for popping in, my Gentle Reader. STAY WARM!
I love ya, I really do.
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