Blizzard of Fun

After what seemed like days of watching the snow fall outside, I dressed to have some excitement in the deep drifting piles of snow. I stepped out the door and immediately noticed the blue of the sky. It was a deep tone, almost purple, much like the purple of the Mediterranean waters. I wondered why it was so striking. Maybe it was because the brilliant white had covered everything in sight making the blue sky glow bright with color.

I stepped onto the area that I presumed was the driveway, laboring with each lifting of the leg as I made my way to the pool deck. The snow had drifted up to the top of the deck, five feet off the ground, and my mission was to climb to the top platform and jump into the drifts, almost as if I we skydiving into the air. The winter air was bitter and trudging along took much effort, but the fun was nearby and my siblings and I had been cooped up for days so we didn’t care. We made it to the top and neared the edge. The soft snow looked so inviting that jumping without thinking seemed easy.

1 – 2 – 3 jump!

I closed my eyes and with a swift leap I propelled myself into the air, quickly landing into a deep pile of snow.

When I finally opened my eyes I realized that I was buried in snow and had to paddle my way out of the bank of white that surrounded me. Apparently none of us had the foresight to think about how we’d get out of the drift, and while I don’t recall it being scary I do know that none of us jumped off the deck more than that one time. Maybe one jump into the five foot drift was enough a memory to last a lifetime.

Footnote: This small moment story was inspired after reading John Rocco’s Blizzard. I celebrated my 19th birthday during the storm – another story for another day – and still young enough to enjoy the powdery fun left behind by that blizzard of ’78.

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If You Feed a Bird Some Birdseed…

If you feed a bird some birdseed…

Then a squirrel will certainly nibble.

If that squirrel decides to nibble…

Then he’ll want a home to store the extra.

If the squirrel decides to store the extra…

Then it might be in your home.

If that squirrel uses your home…

He’ll undoubtedly scratch and claw.

If that squirrel scratches and claws…

Then you’ll have to call an exterminator.

If you call an exterminator…

Then you better hope he doesn’t trap one in the house.

If that squirrel gets trapped in the house…

Then you that rodent might succumb for lack of water.

If that rodent succumbs…

Then the flies will certainly follow.

If those flies do come…

Then you may have a buzzing problem in your house.

If that buzzing problem numbers in the hundreds…

Then you’ll have to call an exterminator.

If that exterminator gets called…

Then you better hope he finds that varmint.

If that exterminator finds that varmint…

Then the flies might go away…

I hope!

My slice of life post today is a true story told in modified Laura Numeroff circular style. I was so distraught with the fly infestation, I had to make light of it. The drawing is by my sister Deb, who passed away in December. Her illustration also made me chuckle over the craziness of the dilemma.

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The Making of a Reader

Children are made readers on the laps of their parents” Emilie Buchwald

She picked up a new book from the pile I had placed on the table and walked over to the chair with a stuffed animal in her arms. She snuggled in close to the small soft elephant and opened the book.

“Once upon a time…” she began her “reading” of the book.

As the grandmother to this three year old girl I sat back, watching quietly as she made her way through the new text, making up a story line as she turned page after page. I tried to blend into the background so I could watch and learn and be amazed.

As I sat by, I couldn’t help but recall all of the emergent reading literature I had read. I thought about the stages outlined by Elizabeth Sulzby, the chapters in books by Matt Glover and Kathy Collins. It was all coming to life unfolding before me in my granddaughter. How exciting it was seeing to witness a reading life grow right before my eyes in my little one. I was both proud and amazed at what I saw.

As an educator I wanted to analyze and dig deeper into next steps but my grandmotherly ways won out and I decided to sit back, listen to the story, and enjoy the moment as my three year granddaughter read a story to her stuffed elephant.

“And they all lived happily ever after…”

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Window Watching

We do a lot of watching from our lakefront windows.

We watch the teenagers playing tag in the water…


We watch the eagle fly by and then land on the rocks nearby…

We watch the ducks sitting on our wall…

We watch the family of geese attempting to find some available grass (sorry guys – the lawn is closed for business!)

And we watch the heron use the dock as a fishing pad.

Is that why my windows are always covered in tiny fingerprints and in need of washing?

I think I’d rather watch than wash!

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