There’s a trick to walking on ice. You want to keep your feet under you, you have to take your time. You must take short steps and avoid hitting with your heel first. The best way to make progress is with a sort of sliding shuffle. The ice can be tricky, but the ground is your friend. Keep it close. Continue reading “Beware, Icy Conditions”
Winter Storm Jonas sounds like the East Coast is under threat from an angry Teen Boy Band. However, the satellite images look sobering. A massive deeply colored band of snow is poised to move across the region. Forecasts of snow accumulation begin to count 12 inches, then 24 inches, then 30 and more. Blizzard conditions are coming and the region prepares.
I should add that I’m watching these satellite images 900 miles from home, while drinking morning coffee in Orlando, Fl. We spend a few hours sending instructions to our farm sitter, and hope for the best. Continue reading “Change of Plan”
I was lighthearted and confident until it was time to board the flight. I’ve flown before across the continent and over oceans. This time it was just a short hop along the east coast.
It sounded like a good idea back in August. Escape the bitter cold of January for a week in Disney World. It’s a magical destination and an opportunity to spend time with the family and 60 plus members of the High School Marching Band. Who doesn’t like a chance to see palm trees in January. It was to make for a nice change from real life. We took a chance and signed up.
Loitering in the shower and waiting for the deep conditioning treatment to finish conditioning deeply, I’m enjoying the warm water on a sore knot in my back. As I wait for both my back muscles and hair to relax, boredom looms and I begin sorting and rearranging our various bottles on the tiny shower shelf. Continue reading “How’s that, again?”
There’s always one trouble-maker. This one is mine.
Traditionally, we take down all of our holiday decorations before mid-night on New Year’s Eve. Because we party hard out here. It’s lucky, or good karma, or superstition. I do like the feeling of clearing away the remnants of the old year before the new one starts. Take out the trash, the recycling, do the laundry and leave behind everything we don’t need to bring forward.
Every, every year there’s one thing over-looked, left-over, and not found until too late. Continue reading “Always one Trouble-maker”
For My Grandmother
She was born Theodora Putnam Downing; her family instantly named her Bimby. She loved her friends and her family fiercely and delightedly–but not, ever on the phone. Talking with Bimby on the phone went pretty much like this.
“Hello? Oh, it’s good of you to call. I’ll call you next time. Bye.”
“To go fast,” they say, “Go alone.”
“To go far, go together.”
I am in no hurry; I travel in good company.
My mother beside me and her mother, too.
Two words, like stones
fall between us and lie
in the grass.
But, it was gone.
Small words, innocent sounds
Smooth in the grass
More stones fall
” Innoperable,” drops heavily
“Growing,” gleams up from the ground.
“It’s. back. ” bounces and rolls against the others
No one dares drop the last stone.
It blocks my throat,
leaves no room for swallowing
The last stone.