This column from February 1981 is about my first attempt at cross-country skiing. Fun, but falls had me floundering in the snow.
Too bad my knees don’t allow this kind of fun any more. Darn.
You can now hear my thoughts as I slid forward for the first time.
I enjoyed this activity for many years. Too bad Bob couldn’t join me. He tried once but his legs and feet couldn’t make the skis go strait. But at least he tried, just to please me.
Copyright 2020 by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved
If you have an unheated enclosed porch, you have a refrigerator/freezer, depending on the winter weather. It has to be enclosed otherwise wild animals might raid it.
This column is an account of the time I used our porch as an extension of my refrigerator.
Our children didn’t raid the soup and stews that they found on the porch. It wasn’t until they discovered that I was cooling chocolate candies out there that the goodies became endangered–Bob liked to make a stop there, too, for a quick snack as he came into the house.
This winter, I’m using an unheated closet next to the porch as a beverage cooler. It works perfectly, too bad I don’t have a lot of company these days who would enjoy a perfectly cooled drink.
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