Life, with a nice dash of snow-covered zest

I went to the steepest part of the hill. Did I dare?

Setting the red saucer on the ground, I began to climb on. Then, “no, no!” I yelled at the saucer, as it began to slide. “I’m not ready yet!”

I was still awkwardly folding my legs into the sled as I yelled. But the sled ignored me, plunging backwards down the steepest drop-off, spinning and sliding rapidly as I held on with one hand and used the other to clutch at my skirt, which was flying up.


The ride ended, and I was sitting in a pile of snow at the bottom of the hill. When I stood up I placed one of my feet back on the saucer, which promptly slid out from under me as I ended up in the snow again.

I laughed and laughed.

The snow glittered under the brilliant sun. “If only snow didn’t melt,” I thought, “there would be no need for diamonds.”

I was travelling out to Eagle Crest for the weekend with Aunt Rosie, Uncle Phil, their three kids, and my cousin Stephy. The plan was to stop for an hour or so when we were up in the mountains, and go sledding.

I packed a thick coat and boots just in case I felt like wandering a bit in the snow. Then, when we reached our destination, I thought maybe I would just skip the snow altogether and take a nap in the car.

Then I remembered this little cartoon in my psychology textbook.

Reading it made me think, “wow, I must be a type B personality,” and it made me a little sad. I would be much more likely to not climb the mountain because, what’s the point?

Which I think would be fine, if I was doing something worthwhile instead. But if I’m just sleeping, well, that is a terrible way to live your life.

So I climbed the mountain. And I slid down on a red saucer. My skirt flew up because I didn’t have any snow pants, but I laughed, and I wouldn’t have laughed if I had been sleeping.


And before I go, here’s another little picture I found, which I liked very much.

Because. I like ukuleles a lot. Also, I dislike nuclear bombs a lot.

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