Snickerdoodles
It has been snowing all day, pretty much. Very beautiful and calming. I haven’t been out in it though, been feeling sick. But I have watched it through our windows. And the little kid inside me is yelling loudly. “Go out and play in the snow, Plume! So what if your fingers freeze off and you get pneumonia and asteroids fall on your heads! It’s snow, all pretty and glistening and waiting for you”. My little kid isn’t the smartest kid in the world, but that’s okay. Who wants to grow up and be a smart adult? Where is the fun in that?
Do you remember that cartoon with the snowman that comes alive and flies away with the boy? I used to watch it every christmas. I feel like watching it now. Or just… building a snowman.
It’s my brother’s birthday tomorrow. He’ll be 26. Gosh. I guess when I look at him I only see his inner kid. I made a present for him. An Elvis CD. Following on the success of the Willie Nelson CDs I made for my mother last year. Peter loves Elvis. I don’t know if he’s really into live music, but it’s an “official” bootleg so the quality is great. The artwork sucks, but that’s not my fault. That’s the fault of our ancient and barely-functioning printer. I hope he’ll like it. It’s the thought that counts though. Just making the effort and giving him something, that’s good. My mother complimented me on it tonight. We are not the closest family. At least I am not the closest family member. Every little thing counts.
Tomorrow I’ll go play in the snow.