My Spring Break was pretty much the most fun one can have while in Wisconsin in early March (meaning, while in cold mud). I brought back four of my friends, Southerners one and all, and introduced them to a little of la vie campagne. We arrived latish on a Sunday night, to a Momless house (isn’t it odd, the disarray that seems to be in even the most orderly house when the mother isn’t at home?). She and Dad were across the road at St. Peter’s Church, and I waited impatiently for them to come home. Mom arrived first in order to supply the troops with food; we’d been promised homemade pizza, but as usual, it was all gone before we arrived. Thanks, everyone.
The next day, I woke up early, excited to show off my life back home to all my friends. I was fairly confident that they would enjoy it, but still that nagging fear of boring my friends to death lingered about. So, as soon as the boys were up and revived with a few homemade pancakes, I took them out to the pasture to sled. I had a one up one most of my friends, some of whom had never sledded before, so I took great glee in whizzing past them, whipping up snow clouds as I passed.
Later that night, just the boys, Hermes and Killian, and I went out to sled under the silver sky. Ice had formed a slick and shining layer over the snow, and we rushed down the hill faster than ever before. It was not enough, though; I insisted that we all needed to pile into one sled and go down the hill, convinced that we’d get even more speed. Regrettably, what worked in my childhood did not here. Our combined weight pressed the sled into the snow, and we couldn’t budge. But I was not to be stopped!
Using the brilliant logic of a Slattery, I searched around the barn and found to my delight a large piece of sheet metal siding for the barn, unused. “Perfect!” I exclaimed. The boys were not so sure. “Come on, come on, don’t be babies,” the age old insult. And so, I dragged the metal to the crest of the hill and sat down. I’d go with or without them. They hopped on behind me. With a devilish grin, I pushed off and we went screaming down the hill. Literally. The boys bailed, but I stayed on until the very end and sat there glowing and gloating in the cold night air as they came down to see if I was still alive. I was very much so.
Thus began my week at home. More tales to follow!