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."


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

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

  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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