It’s become a tradition that my daughter Emily & I make snow people in the winter. Her sisters take the hot cocoa and indoor heat route to handle snow storms which is also attractive to me, but I really need to build a snowman first. Usually Em & I make one per snowfall or two if the snow is really cooperative. A few years we ago we started naming them like winter storms. So far we’ve had Alice, Brenda, Carlos, Dug, Elsa (of course), Floyd, George, Howard, and Irene. But the last time it snowed Emily insisted we name our snow gal Ophelia, in honor of her pineapple hair. I’m not certain I get the association but but what’s the point in arguing a snowman’s name, really. We’ll pick up the alphabetical order soon, maybe.
What I’ve learned from all the psychology books and classes and sessions, is that we either love or hate the way our own childhood went. As a result we sometimes we go in some insane direction with our own childhood issues to love or hate the same things. I guess I loved making snowmen. This year, with Ophelia still standing and more snow expected tonight, I hope we can give her some company but you never know with the weather where we live, so my fingers are crossed.
Another thing that Emily & I share every time it snows is cleaning off the cars. This year we found a new way to clean off the tops. As you can see, Emily really likes it.
People say that Emily & I look alike. Whether you agree or not, we like a lot of the same things, especially when it comes to snow.