Buzz buzz buzz! I’ve not had a second to land here in a few days because I’ve been busy! Hope everyone survived Hercules. I’ve enjoyed it immensely, as always! And dry snow is the best, perfect weather to sled, ski, snowboard, or just walk on. Blizzards are magical, and having grown up with them, including the Blizzard of 77, I know they can be biblical too. That one entailed below zero temperatures after being buried in snow so high we could slide right out of our second story window, everything shut down for weeks as we dug out.
I remember being told that morning at school we had to go home early. It was a very sunny day. I stayed with my friend Beth because my mother was working, and watched the clouds herd angrily. We played and played in the days that followed while the adults panicked. I have so many wonderful memories of playing in snow.
My family lived on a court with a giant power plant behind it such that it was wide open fields. So we had all the snow inside the court piled up into a hill that we sled on, played king of the hill, or my favorite, dug tunnels through. And in the back, the fields turned to ice made for a perfect skating rink, place to play ice hockey, though the ski-mobiles, which my mom found obnoxious (along with pools), cut up the ice more and more as they became popular.
Its weird to think about that power plant now knowing its electromagnetic radiation may have contributed to my dad’s health/MS (multiple sclerosis). I picked wild strawberries out of those fields, grew pollywogs, and watched nests of baby rabbits thrive, and I’m mostly ok, lolz, but who knows.
Anyway, glittering and transient like the snow, the new year has arrived, and rather than ignore my citizens, I thought I’d share the random photos on my desktop at the moment before I file them away or delete. Out with the old, in with the new, as they say. Consider them a visual stream-of-consciousness, a chance poem of the 21st century.
