Soundtrack in my head: The Fauns, "The Sun is Cruising" Having lived in Wisconsin for over a decade and a half, October snowflakes aren’t unusual or particularly strange. But Halloween snow that accumulates and stays for a while? That has felt weird. This past week, several snowfalls brought eight inches of snow accumulation, switching us … Continue reading Halloween snow…must white be a fall color?
There is always a stretch of a few days sometime in September when the wind more than just blows and where the clouds do more than just pass over.
I've just finished my ten-week statistics course. Well, sort of--I still have one last paper due next week. I took my final exam last Thursday night, and now I'm giving myself permission to slow down and relax.
Tonight I looked outside my bedroom window and saw a familiar orange glow in our backyard that I hadn't seen in several months. Yes, it was true--two housemates had brought out the fire pit and had started our first backyard fire of the year.
You know you live in the most lefty-radical part of Madison when you get a Super Bowl invitation that says "Come commiserate over the fallacy of community that is NFL Sports." It's worth a chuckle but I'm hardly miserable. I'm a Packer fan and I plan on cheering them on in tomorrow's Super Bowl.
Three years later, I'm at my computer writing with the lights off except for the Christmas lights I have on in my room and the glow of my monitor. I can say that I feel more at home in the Baha'i Faith and more sure about the Faith than I did three years ago.
I guess I had always looked at apple picking as a chore, not a way to spend a pleasant autumn day. But I was intrigued by the idea, so I decided to join my housemates. One nice thing about living in Madison is that it's only a twenty-minute drive before you find yourself in a rural area, so we journeyed a few miles east of town to a local orchard.
A couple years ago, I saw a sign outside a carpet place that said “No interest until 2010.” It was the first time I'd seen the year 2010 on a sign and it creeped me out some. It seemed alien to me, like some scary science fiction movie. “In space, no one can hear you scream.”
I looked outside. The world was transformed by walls of snow that had not been there the day before. The plows had gone through and cars were buried. The sidewalks were unusually crowded with people. Everyone was staying home, and shoveling.
It took me one hour and fifteen minutes to take the bus home from work today. All because of one inch of snow.