Yesterday's snow was so light and fluffy (2-1/2 inches or so, all before noon when the sun came out) one man said he cleared his driveway with his leaf blower! Brushing it off my car was a snap. I think I might have huffed and puffed and blew it all away. But the cold persists. I really don't mind temperatures in the 20s when there is a blue sky.
This is going to be a winter to remember, I think. I'm hoping for no snow the early part of the second week of February as I'm planning a launch party for the anthology from the Academy of Livelong Learning called Reflections. I've worked as chairman of a committee since last June. As of Monday of this week the final version is at the printer. Until one is in my position, the myriad details that go into such a very simple publication are unknown. I'm learning as I go. This is my second year. I've had a very helpful and thoughtful committee. Some 50 people are represented in the book with prose, poetry and photography. It's not professional quality, neither in production elements nor in material. But it's good and mature and, I tend to think, the best one so far. Last year I instituted a launch party which was a success -- though it nearly wasn't because we had a snow storm which nearly set the delivery of the book back by 24 hours. But the printer went out of his way to make it happened. I'm hoping that this year we won't have a snow storm. It's such an unpredictable winter I can hold hold my breath and hope. More later about this subject.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!