Winter Sports? Sminter Morts ah Hum Bug!

I HATE snow. I despise the cold. I can never get warm and it is always there. Never stops, never, melts, it is just there. In the summer (twenty-four hours tops) you can still see it; it’s in front of you all the time. It is called Glacier national Park, just a few short miles of Martin City, where we lived and just down the road from Stoners, where the guys played darts. In the last 365 days we lived there hubby built a fire for me 364 days of that year. He is suc a honry...I might keep him...lets see, it will be 28 years on March 27, 2010...not bad eh? And we still love each other more than ever. Course that may be due to the fact that the last winter there I said, "honey, I am going to put my face through this window or we are ging back to Tucson! What do you think?"  He is a sweetheart, my wonderful guy, born way after Jim Bridger but my mountain man, just the same.

 And winter sports? Well, let’s see. Getting stuck in your own driveway while the world goes blissfully on their way without any problem. Feeding the birds and finding bright; in fact fluorescent green grass beneath your feet just before you look up to see where you are and you cannot see over the top of the snow you were just shoveling! Finally getting warm which takes all day with you shoveling one piece of wood at a time into the wood stove only to have hubby come home, take one look at the stovepipe running up through the ceiling and putting hands on hips, cocks one eyebrow up at you and ask "Well Boo, is it hot enough in here or do you just like the color red?" I dont know what his problem was...a glowing red stove pipe didn’t bother me and after all both kids were fed, fat, bathed, happy and asleep! Geez!!

But winter sports? Is getting out of bed with four layers of clothes on and three pairs of socks and still being able to feel the cold seeping through count as a sport? Perhaps judged on how fast the stove can get hot, the woodstove started, the kids changed wiped off and into thick snugglies with footies attached and fed with whatever they want count as a winter sport? Points off for the level of crying of course…the lower the level the better of a job you did!

Or, and this is my favorite…watching the icicles slowly grow longer and longer off the roof and the ice getting deeper and deeper on the roof itself until finally someone on the local dart league tells your ole man, “uh I don’t like to meddle inyour business here Dave; But you are fairly new to this part of the country so I just want you to know I am available if you need any help for your roof”

All of this went over hubbies head…they were playing darts after all and that means an exorbitant amount of 16% liquid involved/man I am glad those days are over!!! So, it’s the next day and honey says he’s got to talk with the Moore brothers about the roof.

Okay. Well then everybody, even Demoret! Shows up with pickaxes and they are all up on the roof hacking into my beautiful ice covered castle!! Next, huge sheets of ceiling tile began to drop onto the floor, the sofa, the kids, me, it was a sport all right!!! And, please... this is my fault why? Oh, right, because of the red glowing stovepipe! I forgot! OKAY! My entire fault….apparently the hotter my stovepipe the more ice melted then froze again at night the melted and on ad nauseous…add to that it was a rental house from Demoret and that was davids partner/boss and oh well, yes...all my fault.

That was fun.

Well, October was wonderful with the bald eagles coming to catch the salmon..and in the summer, taking the empty milk bottles to the spikit sticking out of the mountain and filling the jugs with water from the glacier itself…yummy!! Not to mention the wonderful stove one of the Moore brothers gave me…so cool…even had a griddle in the center on top for pancakes…learning to make rhubarb pie (disgusting) which Demoret said was delicious…watching the kids learn to swim as I shivered…how anyone thinks that a swimming pool temperature should be less that 96 degrees is beyond my comprehension…and the raspberry bushes already planted on the property we stayed on…yummy. And the animals and the birds...

Oh right, winter sports….hmmm could be a problem…OKAY I remember…Baby girl in first grade and their field trip was cross-country skiing right there in the park…cool!! I signed the permission slip…I signed big David’s name to it is what I did!

LOL

But he was wonderful…went right along as a chaperone and baby girl still talks about it to this day. My avid, on the other hand, traces the start of his Degenerative Disc Disease back to that winter I believe…..poor honey….

There you go guys; definitely a different take on winter sports!