Another Beast
I did something today that I’ve never done before,” Oxbear announced. It was about eleven o’clock and he was recently returned from his morning weight-lifting session in So-Co. “I deadlifted 345 pounds.” I don’t know anything about weight-lifting, but considering that apparently most novices his size can only deadlift 165, I would consider that most impressive. Anyway, he left with a new nickname – Paul Bunyan.
Meanwhile, I checked in with the weather. Monday read – “some thunder”. Hmmm … I’ll take that in early March.
Snow was already beginning to dust the streets when we shipped out at noon to the Silverspoon house.
We started to warm up around the fire, until Puck forgot an essential item for snow days left in the car. “Dad’s laptop!!” When he came back through the front door a minute or two later, his sweater was plastered in snow. Apparently he had gone sprawling across the ice in his verve to reclaim promises of Minecraft. He rolled up the sleeve to inspect his arm. “Good. I didn’t scrape myself up or anything.”
“Boys should have scrapes,” I explained to him. “They’re like badges of honor.”
“I don’t care if it’s a badge of honor,” he declared, “or George Washington’s!”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged.
Clearly he was showing off some more school knowledge. Name-dropping. It’s been a thing these days.
Anyway, Gloria cooked up an enormous pork tenderloin during the afternoon as the snow continued to fall, and stick. Theodore and Oxbear napped. Izzy walked in with a load of laundry. And we left early, packed up with dinner-to-go from the Silverspoon Diner, to beat the slick roads back home. Still – 25-40 mpg on the highway back west.
By 10:30 that night, church services were already canceled for Sunday morning as the inches continued to pile up.