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I am so, so thankful that I am not a horse.
And clearly, when Allah had this chat with the wind, he had not bothered to check on exactly what it was up to a little closer to the Arctic circle. If he had, he would not have wanted to make a creature out of it. Maybe a military force, but nothing that could reproduce on its own.
I don't know. I get the impression that Allah is a little more cranky than Adonai God. Maybe these winter winds were exactly what he was thinking of when he created the Gypsies' Gold.
That first line was the statement my mind came up with today as I was leaving church. On my way home, depending on which road I take, I either pass horses and longhorns; or ponies, sheep, and longhorns (in finer weather, there are a few peacocks on that road. Don't ask me.)
And I admire horses. The majority of them are very pretty. They can be fairly intelligent (they can also be on a level with sheep when they get scared or take some foolish idea into their heads). They're strong, and graceful, and warm, and big, and all sorts of good things.
But I am very glad not to be one. Because the majority of them are still outside right now.
It. Is. Cold. It is very cold. It is somewhere between 10 and 15 below (F), so it shouldn't FEEL that cold, but the reason that nobody knows exactly what the temperature is is because nobody can stand still outdoors long enough to read a thermometer. Gotta keep moving. Really really cold. There's some wind, yeah, but I really can't figure out WHY it feels this cold, if it's not more than 20 below.
This is probably the point where K makes some observation about the fact that I'm at a significantly higher elevation than what I'm accustomed to for winter, and how that affects things.
It's very pretty, though. Beautiful sunny-cold day. You want to be out there sledding...until you actually get out the door, and then, nope, you want to head right back inside. Build a fire. Make goodies. Wrap up in a blanket, have a cup of cocoa, watch a good movie with your sweetheart. All excellent suggestions.
One of my good friends here is from Montana, so we were comparing a bit.
"There are different types of cold. We're Great-Lakes cold. Evidently (it's been explained to me by other Minnesotans who've moved here) this is very different than Mountain Cold. Or at least, Rockies-Cold. Appalachians just think they have a handle on winter. We laugh. Appalachians have some good snowstorms, but for the most part they have pretty go-play-in-it winter
"Great-Lakes cold takes effect over the months. Your first snow is in October, November, but it doesn't REALLY start to get to you until January. It's been spending all this time gradually seeping into you, seeping deep into your core, and taking up residence in your bones. It's bone-deep cold - it lives in there and radiates out through the muscle tissue.
"This is why we Minnesota women have instinctive lists on ways to keep our menfolk warm out there."
And we do. I can't explain it, but as soon as the weather starts getting fun, I start making sure that everybody's dressed warm, I feel compelled to bake, and I have to remind myself that, since I'm not married, I have to find more creative ways than the obvious to make my guy warm.
It should be noted that, a) this hasn't hit as hard in past years as it is now, and b) the absence of my guy doesn't seem to have any effect on the mindset. I can't shake the feeling that he's just out at work or shoveling snow or something else, he'll be in in a little while, and I want to have warm ready for him.
Which is also interesting, as I happen to think of shoveling snow as one of my chores. Er, no, that's not entirely correct. Mowing the lawn is mine. Shoveling is something you do together, like my sisters and I or me and my Dad or all four of us - there's interaction, fellow griping, playing around. Work gets done a lot quicker, you're less tired because you've had people to play with, and you all come stamping in around the same time.
I've also had an entertaining discussion about what I do as a Christmas elf. It involves under what circumstances elves beat ninjas. I may have to share that with y'all at a later date.
For now, I'm trying VERY hard not to go bake cookies (I need 'em for Friday, if I make them now, there probably won't be enough then).
L just got back from FGAW and brought me these beautiful photos of the changing colors of the aspens! Notice my "baby" aspen!!
Enjoy!!
I was going to make some witty remark about how today has been declared "Purple Tuesday", but frankly I couldn't care less.
No.
Wait.
I could.
But the reason I care at all is because I had no idea there existed such a strong contingent of Rockies fans. This fascinates me. And amuses me, especially when people attempt to discuss the game with me and I (almost sincerely) ask them, "What's the World Series?"
[As an aside: what is up with calling it the World Series? Even though I don't follow the game at all -- I only attend Rockies games when someone gives me a free ticket and when I need a leisurely few hours to catch up on my friend's life -- I know enough to be aware that other countries are crazy about the game, especially in Japan. It's just as annoying as calling the Superbowl champs the World champions. Oi. America doesn't have a monopoly on sports.]
I then thought about going into a pithy commentary on my recent viewing of the film version RENT (and the only way I've seen this show), but my critical observations (coupled with a respect for the cinematography) would just be narcisstic faux-philosophical blather. Much like the show.
Oh. Wait. Maybe I made my pithy statement after all.
[Really, I just wanted to use the word "pithy." I'm currently on a consderate-to-lispers word obsession.]
I then thought I could wrangle out a quirky-yet-amusing tale of my thrift store adventures, coupled with the self-reassuring declaration that all my current sacrifices wouldn't be in vain, but I figured that since I've already accepted this, it would be insecure to continue to reassure myself. And I'm not insecure.
Really.
I'm just bored.
Which is why I blog.
I used to remember the day [ahh... the good ol' days... three years ago...] when I would carefully craft a post, hoping that it would be properly entertaining or delightfully thought-provoking (or both!). I would revel in any (and do I mean any) circumstance during my day that would lend itself to 1000 words (or more!). I would merrily breeze through other people's blogs, scattering comments and obsessively checking my inbox.
Ah, the innocence of youth.
Or should I say the free time of a college student?
Maybe it's just my standard expiration date (three years, give or take a few months), but I find that I wouldn't mind not blogging. In the past month, when I've had free access, hours to kill, and not much else to do, it's been a distraction of sorts. But I've had to remind myself how to blog.
And I don't think I quite fully remember.
Yes, it's all silly blatherings about me, like it ever was (and like so many blogs are). But I don't really take as much joy in my silly blatherings. I'm tired of constantly looking at me, of analyzing me, of trying to show me off, of clamoring for the head-pats that show people really like me, they really do like me!
Crazy. It makes me laugh. Which is good. Because it shows that apparently there's been a change in the last three years. Well, yeah -- I left the cozy safety of family and academia to be thrown into the wilds of the (gasp!) Real World. I've had to make my own decisions, plan my own schedule, and except for the odd supervisor here and there, basically only answer to me.
And accept the consequences of my answers.
I doubt I'll ever quit blogging, primarly due to the fact that I have a lot of time to kill during the day, I'm stuck at a computer, and, oh yeah, I like to write.
I just can't take it as seriously as I once did.
Which, methinks, could be a good thing.
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American League
Red Sox lead the Angels 2-0 in the series.
Indians lead the Yankees 2-0 in the series.
National League
Diamondbacks lead the Cubs 2-0 in the series.
Rockies lead the Phillies 2-0 in the series.
The National League resumes play today.
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