We toured the ice sculptures created for the annual St. Paul Winter Carnival this past weekend. The carnival was started about 120 years ago in response to a reporter from the East Coast writing that he couldn’t understand why anyone would want to live in such a frozen tundra as Minnesota. I think of it as the: If you can’t beat it, you might as well join it, Carnival. It is a lot of fun to look forward to in this, the bleakest time of the year.
There were a lot of beautiful sculptures: a whole pride of lions, mythical creatures prancing inside a castle, a whimsical snow-making machine.
The first sculpture we saw was made up of several totem poles. There was a traditional Native American-style pole, one with a chef at the bottom holding a tower of vegetables, and a third pole made up of the three wise monkeys.
My Aspie-son piped up immediately, “Oh, I know what those monkeys mean: I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear you, and I don’t want to speak to you!”