Waiting for the warm
Jan. 11th, 2025 08:35It's below freezing this morning but the wind has stopped so the cold front has passed and it will start to warm. This afternoon will be a lot nicer. I no longer too much like the cold but the cold and wind together do not at all describe my happy space. So I'm glad to see that go for a while.
Dana pointed out that three years ago yesterday was when we had our snow.

You will note that the Smart car is in the garage. Not sure why Dana's car is out but I'm sure it had something to do with crap accumulation where she normally parks.
I'm happy with looking at the pictures of the snow. It proves how old I am that I'd just as soon skip a repeat. I've got pictures. That's fine.
When I was 20ish years old I was living in Maine. There could never be enough snow. I'd lived two years in Massachusetts and was on my fifth year in Maine when it snowed enough one day that I trudged the half a mile to my shoe factory job in snow up to my thighs. No one was there. The factory was closed and I'm not sure I even got credit for the effort. I didn't care other than the loss of a day's wages.
A couple of years before when I was living in the dorm at college I went out by myself into a blizzard. The dorm backed up to a secondary growth forest with a trackless rail bed running through it. The area was part of the early Maine deforestation that supplied wood to the houses further south. It belonged to the school and was undeveloped. No lights. No people. Nothing but trees. And me. And multiple feet of snow. The sound and, really, existence of the world disappeared and there was nothing but the cold white flakes that seemed so alive. In retrospect it was one of the many times that I was way too close to no longer being alive. But I knew where I was and never thought that I might get lost. And I didn't. Not in the sense that I couldn't find my way back. But I definitely got lost from the world for a while.
That happened frequently in Maine and seldom since.
Dana pointed out that three years ago yesterday was when we had our snow.

You will note that the Smart car is in the garage. Not sure why Dana's car is out but I'm sure it had something to do with crap accumulation where she normally parks.
I'm happy with looking at the pictures of the snow. It proves how old I am that I'd just as soon skip a repeat. I've got pictures. That's fine.
When I was 20ish years old I was living in Maine. There could never be enough snow. I'd lived two years in Massachusetts and was on my fifth year in Maine when it snowed enough one day that I trudged the half a mile to my shoe factory job in snow up to my thighs. No one was there. The factory was closed and I'm not sure I even got credit for the effort. I didn't care other than the loss of a day's wages.
A couple of years before when I was living in the dorm at college I went out by myself into a blizzard. The dorm backed up to a secondary growth forest with a trackless rail bed running through it. The area was part of the early Maine deforestation that supplied wood to the houses further south. It belonged to the school and was undeveloped. No lights. No people. Nothing but trees. And me. And multiple feet of snow. The sound and, really, existence of the world disappeared and there was nothing but the cold white flakes that seemed so alive. In retrospect it was one of the many times that I was way too close to no longer being alive. But I knew where I was and never thought that I might get lost. And I didn't. Not in the sense that I couldn't find my way back. But I definitely got lost from the world for a while.
That happened frequently in Maine and seldom since.