We didn't get much of a snow, consequently we don't have much of a snowperson. Which is not to malign Frederick (Little Princess christened the snowperson Frederick), just stating a fact - Frederick is small in stature.
I'm not sure if Frederick is a boy or a girl. LP has a habit of mixing it up when it comes to names - she's got a pink beribboned unicorn she calls Cleopatrick, which makes me howl with laughter whenever Little Princess says the name (but I howl discreetly - don't want to embarrass either of them). She put a pink hat on Frederick, so ? I'm not sure. I'm going to just avoid pronouns when I talk about Fred.
In the picture above Slightly-Brit is high-fiving Little-Princess - pleased that they created something (someone?) in less than perfect circumstances.
A few minutes later, in more less than perfect circumstances, our dog lit out of the yard into Fred's territory, grabbed Fred's nose and ran like a racehorse. Fred's nose was ingested by the time we caught the dog.
I think Fred was created into a less than perfect circumstances world. Sometimes there's not much snow, sometimes too much. We can't always get each other's attention (as you can see, Slightly-Brit is pretty much hive-fiving air at the time of the shot). Other times the problem is that Life (or the dog or whatever) chews off our nose or our friend's nose or the nose of something we've created. And runs away so fast that we can't do a thing. And there we sit - in...
less than perfect circumstances.
Maybe it's because I'm re-reading Anne Lamott's Grace (Eventually), or maybe it's because I'm on one of the emotional roller coaster's higher elevations - but, whatever the reason, I'm feeling ok (maybe even good, but I'm a little nervous saying that) about less than perfect circumstances.
And I'm a little more interested in what I do when I find myself in those circumstances than in the circumstances themselves. At least for this minute.
Photo copyright Karen Caterson, 2009