He tells me the story of his winter camping trip - all those tough city kids living up north for days, cooking food outdoors and hiking the trails like hunters. They were telling jokes apparently - spreading themselves across the Lake Huron ice, hands tucked warm in mittens and toques pulled low, boots firm against a thick foundation under which the hibernating fish dreamed of summer. Safe and sound and making memories those kids wouldn't get without The Farm.
Safe and sound like a bleeding tuna in a shark tank.
"One of the kids was saying how he would like to bring a girl there on a date and show her the frozen lake and say, 'I just wanted to break the ice...'"
I've just picked him up from work, it's nearing midnight and snow blows in sheets across the road from Eugenia. He's fully alive but yesterday I could have been a widow.
"So I called the group over so he could tell them his line and he started - he said, 'I just wanted to break the..' CRACK! And I went down!"
"No!" I say, "There's no way - that's like bad comedy writing!"
"I know! But that's what happened!"
And if he wasn't a ninja (True story! I know where he keeps his nunchucks!) he wouldn't have been fast enough to catch himself and I might not have had anybody to drive home and those poor kids would have taken home a memory of 'hey, remember when that staff guy got hoovered into Lake Huron and turned into chow for the hydrogen sulphide-spewing prehistoric monster colonies that lurk in it's depths...?'
Dear Icebreaker Husband,
Thanks for not dying. That was real thoughtful of you. Perhaps we should look into some increased life insurance before your next adventure? And in the future, maybe you could stay off the ice? I'd really appreciate that.
You certainly know how to overwork a guardian angel...poor thing has probably put in for a transfer at this point. (Remember that time you got run over by a truck???)
Despite it all, I have to admit, it is kind of cool that you have earned yourself a real-life superhero name.
Come a little closer, Icebreaker...I'll melt you in no time!
What a wonderful blog, Alanna. I too am glad that your superhero husband, the Icebreaker, returned home safe and sound - and that you were able to write this with both a sense of detachment and a sense of humour. God bless you real good as you go about your live today.
ReplyDeleteWhat's the point if we can't laugh about it, right? I think he's quite proud of his new superhero status ;)
DeleteThat would be so scary! I'm glad he's ok.
ReplyDeleteI'm very glad too....Scott you gotta be careful! Reading this just freaked me out! A great story maybe...but he's a pretty great brother;)
ReplyDeleteIt's not really the news I want to hear when he comes home from work - at least his days are never boring!
Deletewow scary... glad he's ok
ReplyDeleteI am happy he is safe too but it made a great story..........lol. xoxo
ReplyDeleteYou have to make the best of things, right!?
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