nat&rache: the tea diaries

lately we have been so full of tea and hand written letters and woolen sweaters and early to bed and early to rise that we realized it was time to do something or the granny in us would take over. not that it is a bad thing to be a granny. in fact i would rather be a granny than a university student with towering student loans and silly papers that will disintegrate into worthlessness before i graduate. in fact i would rather drink tea. write letters. and go to bed early. than go as crazy as a good little christian girl could ie drinking mountains of caffeine, writing assignments minutes before deadlines, staying up til ridiculous hours and going bowling every night. but still - there is no harm in letting your true age in years show once in a while, and that's a fact. so since we are scarcely out of teenagehood, we decided to dress up and then go roll around a bit in the snow. we are going quite batty without the calming influence of gabby, our mother hen. here i am even trying to pretend i magically conjured a teacup out of my plastic dollar store hat that felicia bought us for a presentation on george eliot (who was actually mary ann evens but did not want to be associated with female writers! and as i wear that hat i wonder who would want to associate with me in that hat?). as for natalie, she firmly believes she is in the circus. all we need is gabby to join in our imaginative fun - perhaps giving a monologue in her crocodile hunter voice.
magically, we climbed into our closets and arrived in Narnia. in one piece, with a favorite umbrella. if it is going to snow every day, Canadians must make the best of it. At least we had Christmas.
natalie (or granny peggy as i like to call her) is sporting the levitating mushroom hat. at first it fits your head as cozily as a tea comforter, but slowly and sneakily it rises until it is barely balancing on air, considering a final burst to freedom. then it tumbles off and your hair turns cold and snowy in the seconds before you jam it back on in absent annoyance.

speaking of snow, it snowed yesterday and will snow again tomorrow. i have never felt so canadian as i do in this weather. i yearn for a fabulous neon snowsuit so i can go outside and have a proper skip in the powdery drifts. kyle is building a tunnel. i would like to build a lovely snow-house. but the granny in me prefers to look out my window with a teacup of burning hot tea, and a pen in familiar fingers, and the thermostat cranked up as high as must accommodate an arthritic, elderly person.