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Topic: Grrr! (01/28/10)
TITLE: Snow Day
By Dana McReynolds
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Grrr. I guess my day’s ruined now. Those little brats will be showing up in their boots and snowsuits with their highfalutin sleds to go down my hill. Why, back when I was a boy we used an old barn door to go down the hill and we were lucky to have a coat. These kids can’t even feel the cold with the garb they’re wearing. And why do they use my hill anyway. The Edwards’ have the steepest hill in town if you ask me.
It’s all Ruth’s fault. Oh how she loved those kids. With our grandkids spread out over the southeast, she didn’t get to spoil them enough. She’d be up early baking cookies on days like this and making that homemade hot chocolate. She had to buy the fancy marshmallows too. All that work for these brats and I’d be wondering if she’d even remember my morning coffee. I’d complain and she’d go on and on about Jesus and loving the little children. Now she’s gone off and left me to deal with them. Well they’re going to be in for a shock now. No homemade cookies here, no siree.
Maybe I’ll just pretend I’m not home. Oh, that won’t work either. After Ruth passed on, those women have been watching me like a hawk. If I don’t answer the door they’ll probably call the sheriff and get the whole neighborhood in a tizzy. Just like the time I went on that fishing trip with Carl. They caused a ruckus because they didn’t see me for a day. Sent out a search party all over the county and even called my daughter in Mississippi. They’re all a bunch of busybodies if you ask me. Don’t know why they’re so concerned about an old man like me.
Well, here come the little chicks and their mother hens now. It looks like Mrs. Edwards is bringing food. That’s another thing they keep doing. Don’t they know they can’t cook like Ruth used to? Not even close. After 58 years of meals from scratch, it’s easy to know what comes from a box. Oh well, I guess I am running low on bologna, might get me through until I can get to the store. I know I won’t be able to go today. Mrs. Edwards and her cohorts will be hovering and those kids with their silly knock-knock jokes. I guess I’ll have to entertain them between their runs. I’ll probably miss my Andy Griffith program.
Let me say one little prayer before they ring the doorbell. “Dear Lord, please let the snow melt today so I can have my peace tomorrow. Well, I guess I could survive another day if I really had to. Might do these young folk some good, get them off their video games.”
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