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January 16, 2008 | Filed Under ordinary 

the street is already white from it, haphazard headlights spraying through it. it’s wet, more like rain, not the fluffy stuff of stories, but it’s snow nonetheless. my giddily snipped hair still has some melting on it and henry came home from kids 4 truth exclaiming about it. jude and lola are sleeping through it. i avoid finishing the dishes of tonight, the unending stream of them waiting huffily on the counter, the table, the bottom of the sink. the night is young and i imagine a blizzard of it billowing in glitter around us, drifting in through the screenless laundry room door. i think that it would be nice to trudge through it (in those furry warm boots we bought at farm king) to fill the bird feeders from which the handsome gray squirrel has been filling tummy and stores.

we went to the zoo today and wore sweaters (should have worn more: melanie had the right idea, hats and gloves and fur lined jackets). we were the only people there. jude fell (again, this falling! oh!) on his hands and scraped the cold skin raw, the only consolation for him being the feeding of crackers to that dingy golden goat with the very quick tongue. thanks, melanie, for buying the crackers and sharing them with us.

it’s cold in the house which could mean (although, it usually doesn’t) that we will need shovels and sleds in the morning. wouldn’t that be nice? three, four, five days ago they were eating popsicles on the deck, the sun glinting and spinning the gold of their hair, the open windows in the bedrooms sent the curtains over beds on the exhale, against the screen with a springy inhalation. tonight ernie stacks the bed with sleeping bags, extra blankets, and burrows. maybe he won’t have to go in to work in the morning.

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