Introducing Delilah: the snow-ninja-turtle-drag-king, and other snow-related mischief.Leave a comment
03/12/2010 by etiennefish
Earlier the week we received a massive snowstorm. We got the most snow Geneva has apparently ever received in a 24 hour period (which was pretty amazingly awesome if you ask me). I mean, the last time I measured (which I’ve been doing quite often, to my housemate’s never-ending glee. I mean, these kinds of measurements are important. Plus, I HAD to know the facts! I mean, I think I’ve been pretty clear about how much I enjoy snow?! These things are extremely important), we had over a foot and a half (more than 40 cm)! It’s pretty amazing (I should also note that at this very second, as I type this, it is also snowing. Hard. There will be more snow when I get home!!!!!!!!).
Anyway, in respect to the Snow Gods, and because no one else was really in the office, we left work early (after consuming a couple bowls of home made snow ice cream, of course [thanks dad for teaching me how to do that. When I was like 5. Don’t worry, I’ve only perfected the ‘dish’ with practice. Newest tip: add cocoa powder. mmmmmm.]). The time had finally arrived to de-virginise the back garden’s perfectly untouched blanket of cold and soft, fluffy goodness.
First, I predictably took lots of photos to document this untouched world of win. Here are a couple:
After photographing everything for posterity’s sake, it was time to begin our reign of havoc and snow destruction on a massive scale! That sounded like a lot of effort, so I started by taking a break.
But then, I was totally all business:
After our epic snow-diving session, and much frolicking (i.e. moon-jumping) around the garden, I got the bright idea that the fuzzy beasts needed to join in the fun as well. So I ran inside and grabbed fuzzy beast number 1 (i.e. The Lion). I can’t actually say he was pleased by this development. The first time I threw (read: gently placed him in the snow), he sank up to his chin, and seemed unable (I call it unwilling) to move, and just yowled piteously (read: like a baby). Don’t get me wrong, he generally is a very ferocious monster, it’s not his fault that he was bested by Snow, the pussy (sorry, bad pun intended). In all the excitement, I had alas, forgotten to make sure that my camera was present. So, I picked him up, fetched the camera, brought him back to a carefully chosen parcel of snow, and unceremoniously dumped him out of my arms (I felt bad, but only a little).
Unfortunately, I couldn’t get a very good photo. He did, however, pluck up infinitesimal amounts of fuzzy beast courage, and was eventually able to make his way back to the already packed down parts, wherein he immediately raced to the front door and was let back into the sanctum of warmth and light. I think he was less than impressed by his snow adventures. Shrugging my shoulders, I went back inside to grab fuzzy beast number 2 (i.e. the Tiny Panther).
So guess who had been watching us from the window? This clever little bugger was having none of this ‘snow nonsense.’ He flat out refused with all sorts of squirming and scratching (um RUDE!) to go outside. It was all rather disappointing.
So with our heads bowed in sadness, my housemate and I fiercely braved the cold once more. Our light was fading, and we still had one more important task to undertake before the sun went down completely: create a snow masterpiece.
And this, my dear friends, is how Delilah, the Sherlock Holmes impersonating, snow-ninja-turtle-drag-king was born. Here is Delilah.
We both took photos with Delilah:
But Delilah wasn’t quite yet complete. Delilah doesn’t like to stay in the Sherlock Holmes drag outfit all the time. I mean, that’s just for work. So before abandoning Delilah for slippers, steaming mugs of cocoa, and piles of duvets, we helped her out of her costume.
Then, we helped her out of her scarf and coat.
Saying our goodnights, we left Delilah to guard the garden for us until morning. But, just to make sure she didn’t get too lonely, we checked on her from time to time, from the window.
Tomorrow’s plan: Get Delilah a bra.