Winter Wonderland (Notes on Being a Dad Part 4)

December 27, 2012 at 8:49 pm (Uncategorized) (, )

The first snow storm of the year hit us last night.

All in all, it wasn’t too bad. Probably about 10-15 CM of snow which made getting out of the driveway a bit difficult, but other than that no real problems.

My little dog Lester was a bit of a different story. Normally if he hears the back door open, he comes barreling from wherever he is through said door; last night, he paused. Sniffed and decided that maybe the snow wasn’t for him. This morning I pushed him out into it. Then he was cool. Have you seen a bichon blitz? They go breakneck, running as if the devil were on their heels. Imagine that through clouds of snow.  On his morning walk, he more or less bounded through the snow doing his best impression of a snow rabbit.

But even though snow is a pain in the arse if you have to go pretty much anywhere, it’s a nice reminder of youth, of winter, of life. And it’s pretty. There’s just something about it that makes you feel alive.The past winter was, well, lame. Not one major snow storm here in Toronto.

I live in Canada. It’s a cold country. It’s a bloody cold country. Or at least it used to be. You still get those bright cold days where the wind seems to sear your face and burns a hole in the centre of your forehead, but it doesn’t seem near as bad as when I was a kid. Why it seems like only 30 years ago when as a mere boy of 18 I waded through snow on the way to school. My kids were beginning to despair that we would ever have snow again. Ah, good times.

Now, I don’t care about hockey (sorry), but snow. that’s essential. and today we pulled out the old plastic snow carpet and me and the boy spent a while going down the small hill behind our house.

It takes a bit of time to build a groove in the snow (the first couple of runs are pretty miserable), but when you have one, it’s a thrill. We went solo; we went together;  we threw snowballs at each other as we went down the hill. And then it was time for hot chocolate. It doesn’t get much better than that, does it?


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