They say everyone has skeletons in their closet. I probably would, too, but I just don’t have the room.
My bedroom closet is packed right now. I’ve been meaning to clean it for months, but you know how busy Vermont winters are. Most nights and weekends I’m out straight watching TV and sleeping.
Until recently, the closet would have been called a walk-in. Sort of. Not the kind that you actually walk into to get dressed, or the kind with a full-length mirror and floor-to-ceiling shoe racks and adequate lighting.
When life gives you lemons, the saying goes, make lemonade.
So it is that on a Sunday afternoon, instead of returning from cross-country at Rikert or snowboarding at Sugarbush, we are heading west into the sunset — to go ice skating.
The torrential rain that washed away most of winter’s snow has had one huge benefit: It flooded hayfields all over Addison County. That, combined with two weeks of frigid temperatures, created ice where once there was only snow and grassy stubble.