CABIN FEVER HERE I COME AND WHERE HAVE ALL THE CHILDREN GONE?
Well, I finally went outside today. It was my first venture in the frigid frontier since the bottom dropped out of local thermometers last week. Actually, I really didn’t have any other options, since apparantely, all local school children have disappeared. You remember school kids, they were the first things that showed up after a snow storm … all carrying snow shovels and all willing to remove the snow on your front steps and walk for a small remuneration. And if you wanted to have your drive way cleared the removal fee increased with the amount of snow and the length of the drive. The first boys to arrive always eager, had the lowest rates and did the best job, too. And you always gave them a bonus, because you knew they were asking too little for the job. The boys to avoid were the ones who showed up in September and asked you to sign a contract for snow removal in December.
Like this bodybuilder. Not quite anatomically correct, but different. When I used to build a snowman with my brothers, I always insisted on adding a snow puppy to the snowman. Haven’t seen many snowmen this year either. Now that I think about it, maybe the kids haven’t disappeared. Maybe West Walnut Manor has grown old and barren. A shame! It was such a nice place. But it’s not so great now with all this dumb snow cluttering up the streets.
And a voice in the livingroom responded, “Don’t forget a bag of food for me, and a box of Flavor Snaps, and if it isn’t too heavy maybe a box of those tiny assorted flavor bones.”