A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
My neighbor clued me in that I needed to sweep the snow off my satellite dish to get a signal which I did and then I got a signal. I was without TV yesterday which was a huge calamity since when one is confined to an igloo in the frozen tundra of a snowbound world, what is one to do for entertainment? I finally figured out I could watch recorded programs on my TV so I watched another epic Hallmark romance, going back and forth on texting messages with my daughter in law, Sharman. At ten minutes to the end of the two hour heart rending romance, lover boy walked out but I knew Hallmark would resolve all the problems and that everyone would live happily ever after even though they may have only been fanning the heart-tugging flames for a few days. That's all it takes on Hallmark. Meanwhile I am stranded here in my snow covered house looking out at the snow covered valley, the snow covered trees, the snow covered bushes, the snow covered driveway, and the miserable stuff is still coming down. My neighbor brought over some ham and bean soup last night and told me that the snow was beautiful, to which I responded in the negative. "Well," he said, "truthfully I absolutely hate winter and I hate snow. I lived in Soda Springs Idaho for 27 years and it was always cold and covered with snow. I just hate winter." So there you are. I am supposed to be in St. George taking pictures of dry desert flora, basking in sunshine. If I wanted to live in winter I would never have left Laramie Wyoming which, at 7200 feet, enjoyed epic winters, continually blowing winds, icy streets, heavy snow, below zero temperatures but we all knew that spring would come for a weekend at least some time in June, maybe. Although I was a pallbearer at a funeral on June 14 one year when we had to confront 3 feet of snow. And I remember riding the bus from northern Wyoming into Laramie on the 4th of July one year in a raging snowstorm. But Laramie still had its good side. When it thawed. Meanwhile, gaze upon the lovely snowcap on my patio table just above. The standard blessing here is the oft-repeated comment "Be thankful for the moisture." I'll try but I'm ready to run out of snow and moisture just to see the sun again.