With wind chills in the double digit negatives, the pond in front of our house has completely frozen over. The guys who play hockey came back. I watched them through the front window, guarding the house and making sure they don’t venture too close.
First, they swept off all the snow off the surface of the ice. Then, they set up this net-thingy. Some guy with lots of padding crouches in the net and the other guy(s) swat these flat, black disks at him. It looks like fun.
As I have mentioned, we are the last house on a cul-de-sac. When the school bus drops the kids off on the corner, the driver swings the bus through the circle, then back out. Seeing the hockey players’ cars right in the center of the circle, Mom went out and suggested they move the vehicles up a little further, so they didn’t get hit by the school bus. The guys were rude, and acted like Mom had 3 heads or something. She went back into the house, locked the door, and told me, “There goes the hot chocolate that I was going to offer those young men.” I wagged my tail.
A scant few moments later, I heard the blaring of a loud horn, and the beep-beep-beep of something large backing up. I ran to the front window and saw the school bus trying to maneuver around the parked cars. Mom watched with me. The driver yelled something out the window to the players on the ice. Mom snickered, and scratched behind my ears. The hockey players left a short time later, and haven’t been back since.
Game on? Woof! Love, Maggie