Snow Day in Three Acts Saturday Snow
I want to paint my face like an ice dragon. Saturday snow
No it will get on your scarf. nowhere to go
But it will come alive outside in the snow falls on the world
I’ll paint it when you come in soft as
(from upstairs) cat’s feet
I can’t find any sweat pants! (no that’s been taken)
Where’s my coat? kisses
Where’s MY coat? (could be mistaken)
Zip me up? blankets the world in a silent shroud
I ate your coat. (oh, for crying out loud)
Oh so that’s where my boot was. But this moment I have
Ow! My chin's in the zipper. curled up in my chair
I’m going to throw the snow! children outside
Can you throw your boot? snow in the air
I need shoes. running and falling
They’re in the bathroom. sliding and calling
Mom, please tighten my boot tops. Shrieking with laughter
No! (like a pirate) Never! how could I no?
Mom! I suit up and go
(youngest, in the middle of chaos, spins
around on a stool, chirping ‘no!’)
Can you tighten my boot so I don’t have to take my snowpants off?
I look like a marshmallow.
Take your school backpack upstairs. please.
Mom where are my gloves?
(youngest, still spinning on the stool)
Mom why do gorillas have such big nostrils? Because they have big fingers!
Oh no! My shirt’s on backwards!
(struggles to turn turtleneck around without removing bibbed snowpants)
Mom can you tighten my shoes now? I think I may overheat.
I look like a red marshmallow!
(sister shouts to brother upstairs)
Will you go get my hat? It’s on my bed!
I see my gloves! Mom will you lift me up? They are too high.
Get the step stool.
Mom could you help me get my other glove on?
Could you zip me up?
Where’s your hat?
Upstairs in my backpack.
sound of the clothes dryer
click of the computer keys
faint swhirr of the fan
soft flow of warm air from the vent
creak of the chair
Grandmere’s voice in my head
‘snow like feathers sign of good weather,
snow like meal snows a great deal.’
Snow skitters agains the glass
I break off an old leaf from the geranium
blooming a blood read burst against the white window
soft snap as the stem comes away, the smell of geranium
bubble of boiling water
sharp fresh smell of the tea
soft ceramic 'tunck', the lid on the tea pot
Muffled sounds of glee
through the window to the back yard
The door slides open
Mom come and help us!
We can’t get the ball of snow on top!