Snowman Snow

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. No I can’t sing. Can’t even carry a tune.  I don’t even try in the shower, but let me say, boy can I whistle!  So when I see snow… a hot teapot’s got nothing on me.  Thus was day 2 on my home visit.  The clouds rolled it, the weatherman had made his forecast, and the temperature dropped.  Snow! Snow! Glorious blizzarding snow! But what to do? Yes I love it but I need activity points.  I’m here visiting family, eating like Bruce Bogtrotter in the movie Matilda (it gets good at 3:16.)

So when faced with the dilema, I settled on more cards and homemade chocolate pudding. (Whistling Dixie when my mom cooks.) The next day the sun was back… That’s MT for you.  They say MT has 363 days of sunshine.  Big Sky country.  And with sunshine comes warmth.  And with warmth comes perfect snow.  When I say perfect snow I mean snow that is deep enough and damp enough to stick, yet not melt, nor turn into an ugly off white. Glistening, sticky, and yet still firm. Snowman snow.  In MT we would usually get feather snow. Flitting bits that would come down dry and be blown away quickly. Rarely staying, and if it did, turning to ice within hours.  But this was a special day. I could feel it.  The temperature was a balmy 42. The sun was smiling for all its worth. The chocolate pudding was happily hugging my tummy.  It was time to make a snowman.

I’ve certainly made a number of snowmen in my life. I’m no expert, nor do I belong in a snowman competition.  However I certainly appreciate the finer aspects of making a snowman.  The packing, the base building, the rounding and smoothing process.  Making sure the thing will last once its built.  It was time. And thus my whistling returned with a points plus activity status of +6. More pudding anyone? Yes please!

Snowman

Stats:

7 feet tall

100’ diameter

2 ton weigh in

I bought him a Weight Watchers membership when I was finished.

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