Normally, it’s the men of the house that do the snow shoveling. This morning after an overnight snowfall of about 4 inches, I decided to do the snow removal myself. I was feeling rather chipper and looking forward to the exercise. And...what a great surprise it would be for the guys!
As I exited the door, Clara came running, “Mom can I help?”
We had just about half of the driveway completed when Clara turned to me and said, “You look like Old Befana.”
“OLD BEFANA!!!” I said under my breath, but didn’t utter a word to her. I just smiled and turned to continue my task. “What in the world did she mean by THAT?” Suddenly I wasn’t feeling quite so chipper. And the driveway seemed alot longer than it had just moments before.
After a few minutes of severe muddlement, I realized she must have been referring to Old Befanas’s rosy cheeks...Yes! That’s what she meant!
The driveway was now almost snow free and once again, Clara turned to me, shovel in hand, and said, “I don’t mean to be mean or anything, but you look like the Little Old Lady That Lived in a Shoe.”
“WHAT?” again uttered only to myself, carefully showing her only a forced smile.
“THE LITTLE OLD LADY THAT LIVED IN A SHOE!!!!!!! What does she mean by THAT? Maybe she’s referring to how hard the poor woman works. That must be what she’s thinking!
Suddenly, I noticed a recurring adjective in her comparisons… “OLD”.
I’m not sure if her observations have anything to do with my age…and frankly, I’m not going to ask. I only know that I am thankful for all the chocolate in my kitchen and the warm water in the tub upstairs just waiting to make me feel young again.