It’s a chilly, rainy, wet morning at the Home Office in Gretna, Nebraska. We will see snow over the next few days. It’s ok. I’m mentally prepared for it. Yes, there are folks who blow it out of proportion, wailing how they hate the snow. Now what does that really do? Not a thing. It could ruin your day, make you difficult to be around, and make folks avoid you.
This time of year, when the days turn raw, I think of how the dogs have all had such a frolic in the snow, the best being their first snow. Google lab puppies playing in the snow, and you’ll get some of the cutest videos of big, goofy, labs, running, slipping, sliding, and sprawling across the frozen snow. Downhill is best.
We had a dog, Mollie, a lab/shepherd mix, who loved when I’d throw snowballs at her. She’d turn, catch them in her mouth, then look disappointed when she’d chomp them into snowflakes again. Every time. Sometime, she’d get the zoomies, doing hot laps around the yard.
That sight always made me smile to myself. Here I was, in my 50s, and out playing in the snow, still. My brother and I used to play in the snow a lot as youngsters. The year we both got figure skates, we would walk downhill a huge hill, four blocks long, to an area at the neighborhood park, where the fire department would flood the ground, creating a skating rink every winter. There was never anyone else there, we had it all to ourselves.
Despite the cold, we had the best time! I didn’t fall the first time on skates; and we walked up the world’s steepest hill up F Street, by Spring Lake Park. It’s hard, with cold feet, to put on shoes that sat outside in the cold for a couple hours, and walk four blocks uphill. I’d have frozen toes when we got home. They often swelled, lost feeling, and looked yellowish or white. I think it was frostbite; it still bothers me.
We soon were able to attend the AKSARBEN ice rink, where the hockey team the Omaha Knights played. You could skate on weekends for a nominal fee. It was neat we could leave our shoes in an area, and things would still be there when we returned to put our shoes on. We could leave our coats, too, if we were dressed warmly enough. I really loved skating.
Do you have memories of ice skating as a child? Playing hockey? Hockey skate runners were kind of scary to me. I thought they looked so sharp they could cut you if you touched them. Not sure if this is true or not, but I heard they were “faster” than figure skates.
What in the world does that mean?
Google, our trusty modern World Book Encyclopedia resource has many answers to many variations of that statement. It appears for one, the blades are longer on hockey skates, thus enabling longer strides. The weight of the boot is lighter as well. If the skaters were of equal ability, all things considered, the hockey skates would be faster. Isn’t that interesting?
Hoping you have a great day. We plan to. See you tomorrow!