I went for a little walk on Saturday morning to take photos before folks came out to walk their dogs and chat about the storm. Our house is the third photo from the left. The car belongs to a friend who was without power for three days, so he stayed with us. Thousands of people are still without power and may be until mid or late week. Being from Driggs, I love a good snowstorm. I love it, love it, love it. Final total for storm: 3 feet.
We are at 30 inches and counting. Last night the power went off at about 8:50, and it came back on at a little after 4 a.m. It’s still snowing. Blizzarding, in fact. Hopefully we won’t see the 6-8 predicted in addition. I don’t know. Randy’s home, of course. NJ Transit isn’t running, and Orange County extending yesterday’s state of emergency until 6 a.m. Friends of ours a few miles away are without power, and will likely be out for a number of days. Now this is a Nor’Easter.
I’ve been waiting for perfect snowman snow, and finally, we got some–about 8 inches of it in the last 24–along with lots of rain and sharp needles falling from the sky. The backyard photo was taken at about 7 this morning, the snowman at 8. The snowman would have been much larger if the snow didn’t weigh about a pound a teaspoon. With another 10 inches forecast for tomorrow, he might grow, though.
Mia has a friend. A neighbor adopted a feral cat and it’s become friendly. Mia and the grey cat seem to enjoy their guarded friendship. Eventually one of them gets bored and curls up for a nap, Mia on the inside, and the grey cat outside. I wonder what will happen when the peepers arrive and we use the screen door.
The bride wore white, the groom blue polyester with ruffles. She carried wheat in her bouquet. We recited passages from The Prophet by Khalil Gibran.
It was groovy…
Thirty-seven years ago today, I did the smartest thing I have ever done. I married Joanne Driggs in Driggs, Idaho. It was a chilly 42 below zero but that didn’t stop us.
I am so thankful to have a friend and soulmate like Joanne and eternally grateful to be able to be with her forever.
Happy Anniversary, Joanne
I love you.
Yesterday morning on the C train, just after leaving 42nd Street, I looked above the window and noticed a nice addition to Poetry in Motion–Robert Frost’s A Dust of Snow.
The way a crow
Shook down on me
the dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
A nice way to start my day at the natural history museum, reading a poem about the healing power of nature. The photo of is the Flume, in New Hampshire, a favored spot of Frost. It was taken in 2000.
Gavin checks out the bowling alley.
Nick, Tiffany-Ann and Gavin with bony friend.
Beautiful Claire. Hey, where’s the look?
Noah.
Gavin and his dad.
I know this is about a month too late for Christmas light photos, but I promised a friend who lives in the city that I’d post these. To get the biggest bang, click on the one on the right and enlarge it. There’s a house near us that gets decorated for every darn holiday there is–you name it, not just Christmas and Halloween, but Easter, July 4, Flag Day, etc. My one regret in this photo is that the gazebo in the backyard is not visible. We took Gavin to see the house, and when Randy started to drive away, Gavin let us know he was sad about leaving the gaudy display.
Tiffany-Ann and Gavin were team bowling. Gavin was on my team, too. He got a spare. I bowled a 40, a new all-time low high. Yeah, me. TA has a hat on because it was about 60 degrees in the bowling alley. The last time I went bowling, they still allowed smoking in the alleys.
Nicholas, Tiffany-Ann and Gavin enjoyed a little snow action on December 30. Though he looks like he can’t move, Gavin had a good time in the snow. I think his mama did, too. I’ll post many more photos of the holiday with Beisels and LA Raicharts soon. We miss you guys!