What a difference a day makes!
The cliff-dive into winter wasn’t welcomed by anyone
yesterday, but the snow we had this morning was very exciting – at least for
most of the kids and teens in town. Even
the grown-ups weren’t too upset about a little shoveling; and some, like Aunt
Leanne, were having nearly as much fun playing in the snow this morning as the
kids were.
Rowen and I definitely had a lot of snow fun today. That started with a running snowball fight
that Patrick started when we left their house on our way to school. He got some help from Michael, Tim, and a few
other guys, but Rowen and I won the fight with a little help from Rebecca and
some of the other girls that joined the battle along the way. I know I’ll hear about this for a day or two,
but Michael found out that sneak attacks are a bad idea when attempted on a
friend with extensive martial arts expertise, and while landing in the snow was
a bit softer for him; he also ended up with a fair bit of snow down his back.
That might not have been too big of a problem for me, but we
were almost to the school by then; he decided that he was tough enough to pull
his coat and shirt off to shake the snow out; and then Tim started the jokes
about me doing that on purpose just to see Michael ‘half-naked’. You can guess how that part of the rest of my
day went from there, and I’m sure Aunt Leanne will have a lot to say to me
about it when I see her next tomorrow; but honestly, I had way too much fun
today to really care at all about any of that – or giving Lisa and her best
friends another batch of reasons to be annoyed with me.
At the risk of giving Aunt Leanne future ammunition some day
when this journal is available to her to read, I’ll also add that, while I
really was just defending myself in a reasonably fair and entertaining snowball
fight; none of the girls around Michael this morning, including Rowen and me,
minded seeing him without his shirt on.
No, that doesn’t put me in imminent danger of crossing over, but I’m not
dead either. (That line is unapologetically stolen and adapted from Aunt
Leanne, the movies, and married women everywhere.)
Starting out the day with a little snow fun led to an
upbeat, entertaining morning of classes; though that probably made our
teachers’ jobs a bit tougher, and not everyone was as happy as Rowen and I
were. We were out in the thick of the
outdoor action at lunchtime, and had a blast with more snowball fights and
helping Jessica Bassett and some of her friends to make one of the snowmen that
dotted the yard by the time we all needed to get back inside for our afternoon
classes.
Note to the boys in our class – just because you’ll take
your shirts off when it’s cold and snowing does not mean that girls will do the
same if you dump snow down the back – or front – of their shirts. Attempting to do that to girls other than
your own girlfriend is also a bad idea; and some of you already discovered that
your girlfriends don’t find the experience nearly as fun or exciting as you
did. If you don’t understand why, try
wearing a cold, wet bra for a few hours and see how you like it. The good news for the guys in our class that
did end up on their girlfriend’s naughty list today is that you still have a
week and a bit until the next school dance, and two weeks before Valentine’s
Day, to redeem yourselves.
I should also mention that ‘Tommy’ was one of the boys
getting in trouble with his girlfriend, and although we know it’s wrong; Rowen
and I still found that very entertaining.
We had fun in all of our afternoon classes, and then Rowen
and I went to my house for the after school snack and story time with Mom,
Ethan, and Ehlana. Getting our homework
done was quick and painless; and then we were off and running again for some
more snow play. Ethan and Ehlana wanted
to play too, so we spent a half hour or so with them in the back yard. There are now twin toddler-sized snow people
close to the back porch – a little boy and girl; and where Michael, Tim, and
the other guys failed miserably in their attempts to win snowball fights
against us; Ethan and Ehlana managed to win our little snow battle. I even ended up with a little snow down my
back for the first time all day thanks to a sneaky little toddler hug and kiss.
Ehlana, you better have been joking about telling Michael
how successful that little snowball fight tactic was for Ethan. That would so not be funny no matter how much
you, Rowen, Mom, and Ethan think that it is.
After leaving my devious and comedic brother and sister with
Mom, Rowen and I still had time to play at the park for an hour. There were more snowball fights there; we
added a snowman to the collection that dotted the baseball and football fields;
and got in on some of the playground fun that included a zip line ride that
ended with a twenty or thirty-foot long slide on the sheet of ice and snow on
the ground at the low end of the line.
Depending on the tweens watching, Rowen and I either earned bonus points
or demerits for being particularly good at that zip-and-slide game; but we were
having too much fun to really even pay much attention to any of the usual tween
stresses and pressure.
I was a bit late getting home for dinner, but Mom didn’t
seem to mind; and my outdoor adventures – and Ethan and Ehlana’s – provided lots
of dinner entertainment for all of us.
Missing out on the cooking did mean that I was drafted for the clean-up;
so Dad and I took care of that while Mom, Ethan, and Ehlana played in the
living room. The rest of the night has
been fairly quiet. We did an Empathy
lesson; worked or played in the office while Dad was doing his homework; and
after a busy play day, I was ready for another long visit with my Jacuzzi.
My nightly computing, language lessons, and archive studies
have kept me busy for the past three hours – including my time in the tub. I miss the extra sleep I was getting while
studying in a time-phase, but I’m not more tired or rested in the mornings; and
don’t miss it so much that I want to literally rush growing up just so I can
spend a couple of extra hours a night in dreamland.
I am ready to get some sleep now, though, so...
...until next time, this is Magi Master Cassie Proctor;
logging out!
