Snow Days
February is the shortest month, but it feels like the longest. Mary had a cure for that.
February is the shortest month, but it feels like the longest. Mary had a cure for that.
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SubscribeMom: The school declared a snow day and cancelled classes for the morning.
Liam: Woo-hoo!
Mom: But if the weather improves they might call you all back for afternoon classes.
Liam: Bah!
Mom: Remember, if I call out for you and you’re too far away to hear me, then I can’t tell you to go back to school.
Liam: Cool. I’ll be back in time for supper.
Everybody loves a snow day, mom more-so than most. She hated being indoors and always wanted to be out doing something. Us kids weren’t the only ones who enjoyed hitting the slopes with a sled…or a crazy carpet, and she'd go to Gallant’s hill with us to spend the afternoon sliding.
Mom and her sisters, all grown-ass middle-aged women, hit the slopes in Ontario during a family get-together - riding giant donut tubes down the hill. Mom was still building snowmen in her 60s — and she’d never pass up an opportunity for a snowball fight.
Our home backed onto a wooded area, every year it turned into a winter wonderland. Mom would walk the dog there or strap on her snowshoes purely for her own enjoyment. She liked how peaceful it was when a thick blanket of fluffy snow would dampen all the noise.
Her favourite activity though was skating, she could spend the whole day at the rink. We all learned young; if we were old enough to walk steadily then we were old enough to skate.