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Escalator Love
People in the first flush of love have no dignity or shame and do things they would never consider doing otherwise, like spending an entire escalator ride hugging and staring into each other’s eyes. Not passionately, just…obnoxiously.
Todd Ooo, look. Here’s a vegetarian chili recipe that feeds thirty children.
Sage Perfect for a Montessori daycare.
Todd Ha. I thought you were going to say “cult”.
Friday Paul and I went sledding. It was only the fourth time I’ve been in my entire life, and I wanted to stay for hours and hours. Paul’s sled was very basic and on our hill there were lots of fancy sleds with seats and steering wheels. As we headed home Paul said wistfully that a toboggan would be nice to have. Not 24 hours later there was a huge, mint condition orange taboggan leaning up against the wall in the recycling room. I gleefully took it upstairs and we headed out for a day of sledding, and we found out why it was in the recycling room. Paul would get a quarter of the way down the hill, the sled would twirl, and he’d finish the hill backwards, ending in a little jump at the end someone else had made of hard packed snow.
I stood there wishing I hadn’t left my gloves at a friend’s house, then looked a little to the left and saw three gloves lying in the snow. Two of them a matched pair. (No, I didn’t wish for world peace after that, although in retrospect I probably missed a chance to change world history.) I put on the gloves and tried to solve the sled problem. We finally figured out that if Paul started with the sled facing front and began facing backwards, he could finish the hill facing front, but he preferred the other way. Three bigger kids happened by and tried to go down facing front, but it turned backwards on them as well. Mysterious.
Eventually Paul got tired and I took off the gloves and hung all three of them from shrubs. It’s a tradition I really like that I’ve never seen anywhere else - when people in Toronto find a lost item they pick it up and put it somewhere close at eye level. During winter my neighbourhood is a veritable feast of scarves, hats and gloves fluttering in the wind. To be sure, it’s a very small act of kindness, but I like what it says: Hey, I see you dropped your hat. I’ll just put it up here, so if you should come by this way again you’ll be able to find it.
We headed home and put the sled back in the recycling room. It was gone within three hours. I have every expectation of it making the rounds of most of the kids in the building before one maddened parent throws it in the dumpster.
Man on the subway platform.
Ahhh, you’ve discovered the joys of tobagganing. I think they ALL do that. At least mine always did. Adds to the thrill, lol.
Oh yes - the joys of toboggans. Any inner tubes there? One time we went sledding and Sarah went down on a tube. Shortly thereafter, another tube full of children came down just as I was hollering for her to get out of the way. I can still see how she flew up through the air in a somersault. It was awesome, kinda.
The other moms and I had seen it coming, and the fastest way donw for me to rescue her was to grab a sled from the next kid heading downhill. I hopped on and slid away to where she was still screaming. Unhurt, but screaming. (man, I should blog this…)
Also? I have a confession. Ron and I are OBNOXIOUS. Disgustingly pawing at one another, kissing, staring wistfully and wiggling our eyebrows. In front of the CHILDREN even.
Hey Sage,
Let’s go tobogganing again with the kids sometime. That was fun! I’m too chicken to go down the hill due to a tobogganing accident I had as a kid but I enjoy watching them.
Good for you Andrea! David and I are like that too. We laugh whenever we have to stand at an intersection waiting for a red light because we end up giving the other a kiss (we call it our red light district ;) ). Our kids, almost 13, almost 11 and almost 9 are not quite at the stage yet where they roll their eyes and pretend they don’t know us…in fact they usually join in with choruses of “Group Hug!” I’m all for it. :)
If you can’t stare lovingly (or obnoxiously) into the eyes of our siginificant other then who can you do it with?
Yep, saucer sleds twirl as you descend. Sometimes, I’ll stick out one leg to act as a rudder. Especially if a wee lass is riding on my lap.
Our homeschool group hosts a lovely afternoon every January. They rent a small lodge at a local state park. Outdoors is sledding, indoors is cocoa and families bring board game and card games to share. It’s a favorite for the year.
HA! Red light district - I love it! Only two fo the kids will do the group hug thing. Emma because she’s five, but half the time she just wants mom or dad, not both, and Sarah will do it too, especially if it involves Addison or Meaghan because it annoys the crap out of them.
(But I think they secretly like it)
That glove thing is a British thing too - in winter you see a lot of gloves on railings. In summer it’s little socks that have obviously come off a small person’s foot and the parent hasn’t noticed.