This was a rare morning (I use that last word loosely) because I didn’t take my first cup of coffee on the patio. The patio was being dusted. Briefly I thought I was “in the land of cotton” as in that grand song Dixie but it was only snow. Normally bad weather doesn’t deter me as I then sit in the small, covered portion but I found the sudden and severe arrival of winter ahead of schedule offensive. The snow showed me by becoming heavier so I had no choice but to adapt and enjoy. In spite of the wind that drove it, there was a quiet beauty. I raised my window blinds and absorbed the view from inside in warmth. We don’t expect the temperatures to rise out of the mid 30 s today and tomorrow they won’t rise to 30. I don’t even think of what the lows will be.
I survived last week, spending seven days away from the comforts of home with no reliable TV and only an Apple computer. Rustic, particularly when playing timed Web Sudoku where the delete key is backward from my PC‘s.
Discovered a new favorite film, Hobson’s Choice, last night. It was a bit reverse sexist but Charles Laughton outdid even Charlie Chaplin as a ridiculous buffoon (I’m not a Chaplin fan). I’m not sure yet if he outdid M. Hulot/Jacques Tati but will need to watch that classic again.
Six hours later the snow has continued all day but has slowed ‘though more is forecast. That means a renewed devout interest in religion this Sunday for our young people as they take to prayer… for school closings.
