Random Thoughts

So one of my students told me this morning that it snowed in China today. He was very excited and talked about the fun he had playing in the snow. He has plans to build a snowman tomorrow.

This made me recall an idiosyncrasy my baby brother, Todd, displayed as a little guy (yes, a “toddler”). Todd was petrified of snow. Not a single flake could touch his skin. When we walked through the driveway to get to the car, he had to be covered from head to toe on a snowy day. If a single snowflake even touched his nose, he freaked out.

This eccentricity didn’t last for long. This is a good thing, as Atlanta is known to occasionally get a good winter storm. Could you imagine Todd now having a panic attack over snow? But some people, including adults, maintain a strong fear of snow. It’s called chionophobia from the Greek word chion meaning snow and phobos meaning fear, aversion, or dread.

I don’t have chionophobia, but I am definitely not a fan of snow. I only like it if I can go skiing or skating. Other than that, give me warm weather. Maybe that’s why I live in Florida…

 

Stay groovy…

–Susie

(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)

 

Do you remember getting tucked in as a child? There was nothing better than Mom or Dad coming in before bed to make sure you were cuddled in your blankets ready for sleep. I was tucked in, and I tucked my kids in too.

I’m not really sure at what age I stopped tucking in Sammy and Ethan. Ethan recalls it being during middle school because he would stay up later than I did to finish homework. Well, the roles are now reversed…

You see, our running joke is that Ethan now tucks us in. Stef and I are on opposite schedules from the kids, so we are in bed long before they are. Before we drift off to sleep, Ethan always pops in to wish us a good night. And it’s wonderful! I know why kids love being tucked in because I love it too (even at my age)…

 

Stay groovy…

–Susie

(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)

 

So I’m not a fan of cold weather, but I must confess that snow can be a blast when you go sledding. Growing up, all you needed was a snowy day, a hill, and a trash can lid.

I’ll never forget one Christmas when we got a sled. We were so excited as we raced to the nearest hill. We took turns diving onto the sled and zipping to the bottom. It was an activity that brought all of the neighbors out into the freezing yard. And we didn’t want to go inside, not even when hot cocoa and a warm fire beckoned.

When we finally made it into the house, we were chilled, damp, and smiling. We debated who had bragging rights for the best run and challenged each other to a rematch. We couldn’t wait for the next snow storm to make the slope ready for another afternoon of fun.

 

Stay groovy…

–Susie

(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)