a big ol’ sigh (itty bitty thought)
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Yesterday my oldest and I played Rummy and listened to Christmas music
because that’s called “making the best of it”
when you get dumped on with 8ish inches of snow before Halloween.
(Sigh. Big ol’ sigh.)
My spaghetti sauce simmered on the stove and I rounded up jars for canning
and I packaged the last of my dried sage
and I checked on the onions and potatoes in storage and
every time I looked up from my to-do list
I wondered if it was done snowing
but it wasn’t,
it was just snowing harder.
Big. Ol’. Sigh.
And I get that this is Minnesota and that we’re all about the snow,
this much snow on top of Halloween decorations
this much snow when the trees still have leaves
this much snow before the pigs are butchered
this much snow when the corn around us is still standing
is flat out weird.
It’s been almost 100 years since we’ve had
anything near this amount of snow this early in the year.
I give a big ol’ sigh.
The dogs think it’s great.
The kittens, who step into the snow that’s taller than them, don’t.
I’m not sure how I feel about the snow.
It is what it is.
Mostly, a big ol’ sigh.
Online I post a picture and immediately, it’s
must be nice to have snow, it’s still 289723452345 degrees where I am.
must be nice to have snow, it’s dryer than a popcorn fart where I am.
and it never ceases to amaze me how
any mention of the weather makes
the Mother Nature competitions kick in.
Big. ol. sigh.
I shovel and haul water to animals.
I spend ten minutes looking for the one stray kitten I can’t find
and then wonder if he’s under the snow somewhere
because he’s always boppin’ around the yard
not paying attention
and who knew we were going to get this much snow?
I hope he’s not under the snow.
And then he pops out from under the corn crib and bounces
through the drifts
to his (also stray) mama
and food dish and insulated house in the Quonset hut.
Dang it, little kitten.
Why you do that to me?
Big ol’ sigh.
The truth is
there can be
big ol’ sighs of frustration
and big ol’ sighs of exhaustion
but there can also be
big ol’ sighs of contentment.
Such as the one I gave
when I came down the stairs this morning
to find a container of freshly baked cookies
because my oldest decided that
if it’s gonna snow like it’s Christmas
we should bake like it’s Christmas.
And I think
(as I eat a cookie)
that snow is snow
and it is what it is
and sometimes it comes without warning.
And what actually matters
(the same as a day that’s too hot)
is what kind of big ol’ sigh
it puts in your lungs.
– Amy Dingmann, 10-21-20