everything under the stars…
October 29, 2007 by nakiru
*EDIT* I left this half done…haha.
my dad always was the coolest dad on the block. my grandmother probably would have said that was because my parents were babies raising babies…
today as i was walking to my car after work, i remembered one of the many reasons that my dad was the coolest was our trips to the country for woolly bears, you know, those crazy little fuzzy caterpillars. these trips always started with mcdonalds. dad would fill our station wagon with kids from all up and down the street, and we would all get boxes of cookies. mcdonalds cookies came in boxes back then, chocolate chip in a white box with that purple monster on it, the triangular monster.
anyway. you had to eat all your cookies before we got to a certain side road that my dad thought was the best. we would drive, everyone’s eyes to the windows and then when we saw a woolly bear dad would stop and we would all pile out and save the caterpillar from a much squishier death…when everyone had at least one woolly bear in their cookie box, we all would head back to our house, where we would show off our new pets to mom. the benefit of the cookie box was that they never really sealed, and by the end of the day, our furry friends had escaped captivity to a much safer environment.
ah the good old days.
and seth and kiersten are coming home for christmas. my heart feels content.
The mythology of the wooly bear (worm in the south) is that the darker the “fur” the harsher the winter. Yours seems to indicate a rough start and finish with a mild middle.