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3 Tevet/20 December, 2009
Dec. 20th, 2009 09:41 pmToday, there was lots and lots of snow on the ground. On my windowsill there was actually almost a foot. The sun was shining and the wind was a bit biting but it felt like real winter and it made me happy to go outside and feel like I was kid playing in the snow like I did when I was little. Today I just loved how the snow was crunching under my feet and I was making a small little snowman and threw a bit of snowballs. I wish Bear was here to have a snowball fight.
For some reason my clearest snow memory is lying in the snow in the park across the street from my childhood home, when I was ten, with my best friend Sveta and her puppy Bonnie and looking at the sky and imagining I could feel the Earth rotate around the sun. There was usually lots of snow in the winter and we could just leave the house and go skiing or, best of all, sledding. (There was a bit of a oak wood area near my old school with two large hills, and in the winter when I was twelve, right before I came to America, I killed my sled by using it too much since I knew it was my last winter there). We were always so bundled up in boots and fur coats and hats, and snow was just a normal part of winter that it didn’t cause the whole city to halt like it does here. That winter when I was ten my best friend got a German shepherd puppy whom she named Bonaparte or Bonnie for short. He was small and very cute and he taught me not to be afraid of dogs as much. Before him my phobia was much worse but in his short time on this planet he made it less scary and made me realize that I could get along with a dog or two. Every time I would come to Sveta’s apartment, Bonnie would put his paws on my legs and look at me and slowly I learned not to be afraid of him to the point where we could go to the park and he would run around us and we could play together. He knew not to lick me but he did come close and put his paws on me. He died the following spring of a puppy disease but while he was here he was the best dog.
My grandmother Roza was admitted to the hospital today, which was not a surprise after our visit yesterday. We will go visit tomorrow and see what procedure she needs. She is at Yeva’s hospital, so I checked with her about parking and such things. Mama, who doesn’t really like her in-laws that much, is still worried about it all, although I think she is more worried about Papa.
For some reason my clearest snow memory is lying in the snow in the park across the street from my childhood home, when I was ten, with my best friend Sveta and her puppy Bonnie and looking at the sky and imagining I could feel the Earth rotate around the sun. There was usually lots of snow in the winter and we could just leave the house and go skiing or, best of all, sledding. (There was a bit of a oak wood area near my old school with two large hills, and in the winter when I was twelve, right before I came to America, I killed my sled by using it too much since I knew it was my last winter there). We were always so bundled up in boots and fur coats and hats, and snow was just a normal part of winter that it didn’t cause the whole city to halt like it does here. That winter when I was ten my best friend got a German shepherd puppy whom she named Bonaparte or Bonnie for short. He was small and very cute and he taught me not to be afraid of dogs as much. Before him my phobia was much worse but in his short time on this planet he made it less scary and made me realize that I could get along with a dog or two. Every time I would come to Sveta’s apartment, Bonnie would put his paws on my legs and look at me and slowly I learned not to be afraid of him to the point where we could go to the park and he would run around us and we could play together. He knew not to lick me but he did come close and put his paws on me. He died the following spring of a puppy disease but while he was here he was the best dog.
My grandmother Roza was admitted to the hospital today, which was not a surprise after our visit yesterday. We will go visit tomorrow and see what procedure she needs. She is at Yeva’s hospital, so I checked with her about parking and such things. Mama, who doesn’t really like her in-laws that much, is still worried about it all, although I think she is more worried about Papa.
