Sunday, February 12th, 2017

MA IN HER KERCHIEF AND PA IN HIS CAP

I can feel myself regret saying this as I write it. But here goes—I love a great big fat snow storm.
“Toba, toba, toba.” You move the palm of your hand back and forth over your lips 3 times as you say the words as a way to protect you from what you’ve just said. (A helpful Bangladeshi superstition)  

I love:
–the monochromatic palette
–smoke from a neighbor’s chimney
–how cozy becomes prominent
–having candles and matches ready
–the suspension of life as usual
–empty streets
–the untouchedness of the snow 
–how good a can of soup can taste
–using the extra big puff on the bed
–having a fireplace
–pop corn is mandatory
–cancellations, cancellations
–the suspension of time
–realizing the blessing of electricity and heat
— the reminder that nature is huge (not Yuge)
–sensing  my Midwest prairie pioneers ancestors
–ma in her kerchief and pa in his cap taking a long Winter’s nap

TOBA, TOBA, TOBA!!

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