So if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all, right? I’m going to attribute my lack of blogging to something along that sort. But mostly being super busy with library stuff, not making much work in the studio thanks to various reasons, and generally blanking on anything good to write about. It’s all okay. Just makes for a dead blog… Let’s get back in the swing of things.
Earlier this week, Mother Nature decided to dump roughly 14 inches of snow on Southwestern North Dakota. I’m like everyone else around here very tired of winter. But the snow was good snowman making snow. When I sat down on the couch to watch Glee I began to think about this awesome snow. Like the best snowman snow we’ve had all winter…
I had to make a big snow Greyhound.
We made many, many snow sculptures in this front yard through the years. My Dad and brother, and sometimes the neighborhood kids, built snow people, snow castles big enough to walk around in and dragons of all shapes and size. We got pictures of our results in the local paper fairly often.
So when the newspaper editor showed up in my front yard with a camera in hand, I wasn’t surprised. It’s a small town. There isn’t much for news. As he was snapping photos of the gigantic Greyhound I’d built, he asked how I decided to make a snow dog.
“When I was a kid we made snow men and other things. I was thinking of those snow men and how all I wanted, back then, was one of those plastic brick shaped snow cutter things to make igloo blocks, you know what I mean?”
“No” he says with a southern accent.
So I continued, “You know… they advertised in the backs of magazines… the block cutter was red with a handle on top.”
“No” he says with southern accent.
“They were red…”
Then it occurs to me. Southern Accent. Southern US…. has…. no… snow.
Really, my brain was as frozen as my hands. Really.
Duh….
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