science is more powerful than magic (but that doesn’t mean that it should always win)
It snowed last night. About 5-6 inches. I was getting the kids ready for school this morning, talking about how they’d have fun on the playground today, with all the snow.
Shelby: I wonder if the mountain will be there again. Whenever it snows, there’s always a mountain. There was a mountain in kindergarten when it snowed. And, in first grade, too.
Me, being all boring & factual: You know where that mountain comes from, right? It’s from the snow plows pushing all of the snow off of the playground and parking lot, off to the side.
Shelby: And, there’s ice in it, too. Ice underneath that keeps it strong.
But, the thing is, until I explained it to him, he thought it was some kind of winter magic. Something that might or might not happen, when it snowed - but, that, luckily for him, had happened every time so far.
Now, it’s just facts & a mechanical process.
I’ve got to start recognizing the magic before I dive in & destroy it. It all goes away so fast anyway - why rush it?
I really should blog more often - there is so much that happens that I want to remember forever & this would be a great way of keeping it alive in my memory.
When I got home from work yesterday afternoon, everyone was all giggly & hiding something from me. Then, they showed me a little dog that was in our house. They were joking & saying it was my birthday puppy. Turns out it was a dog that Allison found outside of our gate when she got home from school. After checking with my sister across the street, she confirmed that it was her neighbors dog, who has the ability to squeeze under their gate & escape. She brought it back to it’s home for us.
But, it got us thinking, again, about fostering puppies or pregnant dogs for a local rescue organization. We have intermittent urges to get another dog ourselves (interspersed by even more intermittent urges to have another child, even though that is medically complicated now). I’m thinking that fostering will help us fill that urge to nurture something that really needs us and help us remember how hard that can be, all at the same time.
So, I emailed the most local rescue organization I could find (there’s one right here in town, actuall) & asked them if they would consider a house that already has 2 dogs, 6 cats, 3 kids, some hamsters, fish & frogs as a foster home. They emailed back saying, “YES!”.
So, now, I’m deciding whether to take the plunge & call them up to make plans to give it a try. Jim & I talked it over this morning, talking about how we could do it, where the pups would sleep (share maggie’s crate? new crate in kitchen after rearranging furniture), where a pregnant dog could birth (cozy up a corner of the basement?), whether we want to deal with more poop in our lives, etc. It’s down to me, now, I think - to make the call. The kids, of course, are excited about the idea (except for Allison who thinks we’re freaks (but who is, I’m sure, excited about it all underneath her I-must-be-independent-of-all-people teenage facade)).
What to do… What to do… 
