Yes, I know that makes one think of Christmas and the Holidays…yada, yada, yada.
But since we sort of skipped Winter during the Winter Wonderland time…and we’re getting a taste of it now, I once again exercise my literary license.
The pictures are from yesterday, from our afternoon of fun in the snow. It was breathtakingly beautiful…large white flakes falling in copious amounts all afternoon long. Himself states we got about 16 inches. I didn’t see him with a ruler out there, but I’ve learned not to question some things. Or rather, I’ve learned to pick my battles.
Leading me to the next topic. Boys with toys. Or , in this case, ranchhands with Unimogs. And dang if that particular ranchhand I live with doesn’t get gol’durned, downright annoying about the way in which he plays around with his toys.
?????? What in the world am I talking about, I’m sure you’re wondering about now.
Honestly…as happy as I was to see the Unimog the other day…out chugging around, spewing great clouds of diesel black exhaust into the pristine mountain air (only because it symbolizes enough snow to warrant firing up the dang thing)…it also causes me great angst.
And precipitates a knock-down, drag out fight between himself and myself. You see…I like the way all the pretty white snow looks. Like a picture-perfect postcard–right out my front door. Heaven on earth. And because we’ve not had much of the white stuff, what little we do get, I want to stay as pristine and untouched for as long as possible.
Himself, on the other hand, simply sees it as a nuisance. Something to be shoveled, pushed around, gotten out of the way as quickly as possible.
This annoys me. To no end.
We go round and round on this…with not really any acquiescence on either part. Which annoys me. To no end.
So then I have to don my sweetest, most innocent, most loving, most obsequious, dutiful (lord love a duck that word made me gag) wife voice and beg, plead, cajole, stroke ( his EGO…) to get himself to not go out there and do wheelies with the Unimog and get all MANLY by seeing how much snow he can push at one time for how far down the road without having to take a second pass.
When the begging, pleading, cajoling and stroking don’t work, I up the ante and start calling him on the whole “boys with toys” thing he’s got going on. He feigns ignorance and I can hear him looking at me with exasperation (this is usually happening on the phone) and annoyance.
And then he comes home and plows the snow into oblivion. And I lose the battle. And my idyllic white world evaporates and is replaced by dirty mounds of what used to be snow resembling a Walmart parking lot.
So much for Heaven on Earth.
On that note, I’ll leave you with the few pictures I was able to snap before the Unimog-driving maniac arrived and proceeded to terrorize the snowflakes.
Yes…that little brown and white dot you see poking out of the snow-covered hill is Loki…having a blast!
No…Max is still not here with us. I have not written of him because my heart is too sad. We pray for his return every night…Gracelyn and I. We light a candle for him at the dinner table. Our hearts are heavy with the grief of losing our little brown and white pup. Gracelyn said to me tonight that “it feels like Max wasn’t ever really here at all.” I started crying. What can you say to something like that??? Loki eases the pain a bit…only because he is so eager to be loved, and he loves to cuddle, which makes Gracelyn’s day.
Hey look! I was able to type after the pictures. Go figure.
Vaya con dios mi amigas/amigos! And if you are so inclined, perhaps you could say a little prayer for Max as well. We thank you kindly.
Ahhhh….I forgot (I was trying not to dwell……………….)…the in-laws are arriving tomorrow for a week-long surprise-Debby visit! Yay me. Wish me well. 🙂