Look out…lift the chin, she’s gonna zip it up. You remember last time,(still got the scars .  But the scab is almost gone. ) On with the hood, and tie it tight, Make it a double knot …no…triple for safe keeping! And speaking of safe keeping, here’s another scarf over the face. The only flesh showing now were the whites of the eyes, and if the store sold fabric to cover that too…no doubt I’d be wandering around in the snow blind!

Now I know how the gingerbread man felt. I can’t put down my arms. I can’t bend my legs. if I fall down, I am screwed! All anyone would hear would be a muffled “…..elp!….” And did I mention the dogs I grew up with? Who lived by only a few simple rules. One being, “what ever hit the ground was fair game.” Jumping all over you, kicking snow in the face. Don’t worry they’ll lick it off. Taking a nip here and there, Come on it’s all in fun. And they took all opportunity to have fun. They seemed to know I was defenseless. Don’t know what their problem was, I never stuffed them in doll clothes, they were too big! (Am gonna tie them to my toboggan though…. (See if I can get a free ride up hill!)

Getting dressed to go outside was at least a half hour ritual…. All according to my mother’s expectations, specifications….no short cuts! And no doubt, as if a ritual as well,  I would yell….

“I got to peeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!”

Indeed it only ends to begin again!