It's official. I'll be in debt until I'm at least 60 years old.
But the upside is that this is our new fireplace (not our furniture), and it's 30 degrees outside today. Can't you just hear the fire crackling in the background? It reminds me of being a kid.
On the rare snow days in Southwest Arkansas, my mother would pull out the makings for her special "Only On Snow Days Homemade Donuts". My father would haul in the firewood and spend the day laboriously stoking it like every proud man would. And everyone in town came over for drinks and donuts. In fact, at the slightest sight of snow our phone would start ringing and our family would start preparing for the day long Snow Party. Donuts were made, milk punch was served and the parents got drunk while the kids got frostbite.
We'd run in and out of the back door tracking in snow and water and no adult ever complained. We'd throw wet snow clothes in the dryer just long enough to heat them up and head out again. When the sun had set, and the guests were gone, my brother and I would lie on the itchy wool rug directly in front of the fireplace while our parents read books, watched television, and all around enjoyed the family.
I finally understand why it's called the American Dream. Delightful.
L.
2 comments:
Now, let's be honest. I remember that rug, and bare arms and legs against it were NOT delightful! :) Congrats on the house, and hope you guys are having a great weekend! Love you!
No kidding! It was the worst rug on the planet! As awful as it was, it was always fun to fight George for it. Although, I don't know why--the rug iched and the burning wood popped out on your ass while you layed there. Maybe that's not such a great memory after all.
Love you, too!!
L.
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