Monday, January 24, 2005 blame it on my roots
One day I'll remember how to sleep through the night. Damn. I thought I had it down when I went to sleep around midnight, but it didn't take. My thumb is a nasty mess. I went sledding yesterday, and again today, as did other members of my household. We were out of hot chocolate, so we tried syrup in rice milk. Today we were nearly out of syrup, so I grated up a hershey bar and melted the shavings in whatever vegtable milk we had lying around, like Laura Ingalls Wilder would have done. Some of the rich cocoa taste came from the human blood of the idiot thumb of mine that I just kept throwing against the grater.
I had to do it. Had to make the cocoa. The injury was optional and unforseen. I've owed the last couple days or something like them to my nine-year-old self for years. I turns out I live a few blocks away from a fantastic sledding hill. We only have one sled, as a household, but we had some plastic inner tubes left over from this summer, and when we were at the sledding hill, we found a big piece of vinyl that works well. Also, it's Baltimore, so even in the snow, there's garbage lying around everywhere. The plastic back of an old TV didn't work. The reflective orange emergency barrel only worked if you were willing to get inside and roll, which was a little death-defying. The mattress was too unwieldy. Yesterday, before we left the slope, I saw some art students hop a fence to get an old office chair. I'm not sure how they did with that, but God bless their pioneer spirit.
S-N-O-W-D-A-Y.
I'm covered in bruises, and I expect more will show up tomorrow, but I rest (if I were able to rest) secure in the knowledge that I did the right thing.
posted by Frenz | 1/24/2005 05:53:00 AM
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