Wednesday, December 14, 2005

North Country Girl

Maia and I were getting bundled to go out onto the frozen pond. She was in her snow pants, her boots, and her coat, with her ear-flap hat jammed low over her eyes.

"Mama, where my choppers go?"

"Over by the chainsaw, Bug."

"Da chainsaw on da floor? Oh, tanks."

5 comments:

  1. And I bet the chainsaw was sitting next to the mukluks, ice hook and beaver pelts?

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  2. I would *love* a picture of Maia all decked out to go in the snow. I'm just sayin'.

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  3. I'm hoping to get some photos up in the next couple days, including some of the house. It's odd -- this conversation made a lot more sense in a 100-year-old farmhouse than in a mod '60s house. Such is our life.

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