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| Sunday, December 25, 2005 |
| the one from right before i woke up. |
| the girls and i were at my parents' house. we were on the pond, which was frozen thick, and solid. the girls were playing ... collecting up some snow, making patterns and pictures with it - we did not have our skates with us. i was wandering around the edges, making sure the ice was frozen solid. i told the girls that i was going to make a line in the snow that would show how far they could go, their boundary line. the snow was even on the grass, on the edge of the pond, and on the middle of the pond, so the edges weren't easily discernable. at one point, i thought i found the edge, and the ice was thin, with leaves poking through. i was laying on my belly, and i was able to poke my finger straight through the ice. then i realized it was not the edge. it was near to the middle. i went to the true middle, and again, i was able to stick my finger through the ice. i yelled to the girls to RIGHT NOW run off the pond. we all ran off and were on the ground ... now with exposed grass, and I looked back to the pond, and it was thawed - a shimmering surface of water. it had just .... melted. we were all dry. there were suddenly lots of people there, remarking on how quickly the girls responded to me. i was trying to tell the story - explain the rapid thawing of the ice - and every one kept interrupting me. "do you want to come see my new house?" "did you meet my step daughter?" "have you had lunch yet?" "how old is [Thing One] again?" |
posted by Zuska @ 8:56 AM   |
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