Today a Volvo station wagon parked in front of our house. I frowned and grumbled. Parking is dear around here, particularly with these snow banks. I know we don't own the parking in front of our house, but I guess I'm possessive.
Why are they parking there? They can have it for 24 hours, that's it, no more, then you have to move on.
Why are they parking there? I watched as a father and pre-teen daughter got out. He lifted the back of the wagon and took out a Red Flyer sled.
About an hour later, they were back, snow covered. I imagine they were cold. The sled went into the back, they climbed in and the Volvo pulled out.
Do you think lunch with hot cocoa was next on the weekend agenda?
I love where I live, good access to the best sledding in the "City of the Hills".
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