Renew My Faith

My niece left her soccer ball over here sometime ago and I have been kicking it up the hill in my backyard.  Very fun and very sore.  Just after a few days my back, shoulders and feet are sore.

My eldest nephew came over yesterday and we played a game.  Just kicking the ball up the hill switching between each other.  I havent ran that hard in ages and I am filling it.  I do walk a mile a day but I am filling this exersice well.

I took a picture of my nephew kicking the ball and might go take a few more today.

My sister came over today and I helped her watch my 17-month-old nephew while we did some work in the yard.

It was fun.  I chased my nephew around the yard.  We had an awesome battle.  Me a fierce warrior, him the dragon drool-a-lot.  The battle was intense.  A thrust here, a dodge there, a powerful whirlwind and a mightly ending blow.  The battle raged but at last the mighty dragon drool-a-lot was quited by his weakness for………… cookies.

I was woken up this morning with a whisper of my name.  I was motioned to look out my window to see that not only was it snowing but we had a few inches on the ground.  It does not snow much here in lower Tennessee and I was surprised.  If it does snow it usually melts quickly. Though this snow brought back memories of my childhood like a whiff of a beautiful flower would bring back  memories of a past love.  I do my best to remain calm in every situation so I did my best not to get excited.  I rolled back over and closed my eyes.  This only lasted a moment before a smile crossed my lips,  similar to that smile you make when you get that first kiss from your love.  I was dressed in a flash ready to bolt out that door.  My big bulky frame standing poised in this day of snow.

What is the first thing anyone does in the snow besides shiver and hear that crunch of snow under your feet.  If your are like me you do your best to build a snowman.  It has been beyond years and several memories ago of remembering the joy of my childhood.  Rolling up my new found sock gloves, bending over and packing that first fresh powder of snow in my hands to roll across the lawn.  The more I rolled, the larger the snowball got.  After a few of more snowballs I had a snowman built.  Not my best work but still excited and over joyed.

Still beaming with the thoughts of my childhood I remember about my daily walk.  I figure I might get it out of the way now.  I think to myself “No matter the weather”.  I embarked down my driveway.  This any other day is just a downward driveway but today with fresh snow and ice made the walk scary for me.  I fear falling so walking like a penguin down my driveway did not make it any less embarrassing but still had high hopes.  I made it to the end safely and over joyed.  I take a breath of fresh air and set out for my mile walk.

The unsalted roads are not slippery but do contain that swishy ice and snow mixture.  Not dangerous but still need to be weary.  I cross this road and find the sidewalk.  I continue to walk the same path I have many times before but have never brought memories of this nature before.  I remember the days when I lived in Illinois.  Those days of waken up at 5 am and seeing the plows already at work.  Unlike Tennessee where most things are shut down and not prepared for such a snow, even  as small as this.  My walk was uneventful besides taken a small picture of a tree.

Again my penguin walk takes me up my driveway, uncaring about being embarrassed.  I just want to get inside and be warm.  I do my best to shake the snow off my boots.  Memories still flowing through my head.  Remembering the days when my siblings and myself would jump off our porch doing flips into packed  snow.  We also did this in the fall.  Gathering up leaves and flipping into them.  Laughing as my sister would run around after finding a bug crawling up her leg or my brother trying to dig leaves out from his pants.

Even though I am cold and bottom of my pants are wet I am still here smiling.  I am still wondering why it snowed In march instead of a month like December.  I don’t care much but I am thankful to being able to remember parts of my childhood once more.

If you have enjoyed my morning maybe you would enjoy a poem I wrote to reflect this day.  What Am I Poem

I have a fat white cat who for the most part just lays on top of the couch in back room.  She runs in and out all day but rarely plays or does anything pouncy.  Although today she was very jumpy and rolling around the floor  like she was a little kitten.  I took some pictures and I might upload them.

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