“The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.”

I’m not lying. I swear I saw a herd of reindeer romping through my backyard then leaping, almost flying, over the six foot fence. I tried to watch the them as the deer ran through my neighbor’s yard, but I lost them in the storm, in the blizzard with almost zero visibility. The wind is so heavy it whistles. I keep waiting for a train.

The larder is full, the animals have plenty of food and my house is warm. I’m happy to hunker down until this storm is over.

Happy New Year! It is the year of the monkey. We celebrated last night with Chinese food and then tried origami of the various animals of the Chinese Zodiac, known in Chinese as Sheng Xiao. We did the monkey first, and it seemed easy and even looked like a monkey when we were done. The origami dog, however, was a different story. We just couldn’t get the tail right. We folded and refolded the paper so many times it looked like an accordion. My friend Clare gave up on the dog and folded a perfect tiger. If we gave prizes, she would have won. Tony, though, wouldn’t even get honorable mention. He couldn’t even finish the monkey.

Mohammed and I had had quite the conversation around midnight last night. My Comcast e-mail doesn’t open. An empty page does. He said they were working on improving service. I think he said that as an answer to every question I asked. I wanted to know why everything on my computer worked except for my e-mail. Guess what-it is because they are working to improve service. He then said he hoped he had helped solve my problem. Nope. I asked again about the e-mail: same answer about the service. I then decided to get chatty. Mohammed was in India, it was 11 in the morning and the temperature was fine, but it was a bit humid. I do think we bonded a bit. He then gave me a phone number, said good-bye and went on to his next poor customer who will find out there is maintenance.

The snow will end in the late afternoon.

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12 Comments on ““The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    The onkly time I like blizzards are when they are so bad that I can’t drive to work or if I know I won’t have to leave my home in a few days anyway 🙂 Good luck with Yours!

    I remember learning origami when I was a kid and managed to make quite a lot really good, today I don’t think I can even do the frog which was quite easy as I remember it. Would be fun to be able to do a dragon, since I’m born in the year of the dragon.

    I think Swedish might be abit diffucult to learn so we don’t have many call centers abroad. The only one I know is when one wants a taxi to get to the hospital, they don’t use the regular taxi services then because it is very much cheaper to go to the hospital even if it is really far away. Those ladies live in Moldavia and I have to say that they spoke perfect Swedish, I wouldn’t have heard they came from another country if I hadn’t read about it in the papers 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      My e-mail has returned as mysteriously as it disappeared. I’m beginning to think Mohammed didn’t make up a solution.

      When I was in Ghana, one of my boxes from home had origami. I got quite good at it.

      The man’s written English word placement was so odd I had to read it a few times to figure it out. Poor guy-I thought he was making it all up.

      Have a great evening!

  2. Richard Says:

    Deep breaths … deep breaths … hold it … there – don’t you feel better now? You may be getting the same visits I get from that irritating little man known as ‘Señor Moment.’ He shows up without warning, y’ know … but if the deer really weren’t fig newtons of your emancipation, that’s just cool. That ‘whistling wind’ was the thing my uncle liked least when he was stationed in Montana during WWII … city boiz never get to hear that. My Dad, on the other hand, loved it when he was in Pocatello, ID.

    My stocks are now okay since the morning trip to WallyWorld for more English muffins and assorted other goodies. I’m afraid that I’m correctly diagnosing the reason my vehicle is reluctant to engage in the act of starting, tho’. Turning the key to leave W-M, there was no ‘start.’ Twice. Third time worked. Still no solenoid ‘click,’ no whirring needles, battery output normal, etc. Only logical conclusion I can draw from the symptoms is a worn-out ignition switch. Now it’s just a matter of waiting for my mechanic to call me back (they’re shorthanded again today ‘cuz of flu) to confirm or reject my suspicion / diagnosis. After that, it’s just down to ‘How much is it gonna cost?’ … I hate that part.

    Not only is it the ‘Year of the Monkey,’ it’s the ‘Year of the Fire Monkey’ in China according to one story I read today. As with most things Chinese, it has duality: Threat and opportunity. Go figure. With a prediction that generic, anything that happens can be said to have been ‘predicted’ … Barnum still lives. In China.

    “Improving service.” Well, isn’t that special? Mohammed’s not with Comcast, is he? When I get a non-native attempting to relate to my description of the problem in English and failing, I immediately ask them to transfer my call to someone who speaks English. They always do. I’m just not gonna sit there all night waiting to hear that ‘My happiness is beside myself for the opportunity to of service be to you!’ … sorry, cap, that ain’t gonna fly. I’m always happy when they transfer my call upline … until I find out it was sent to the wrong department.

    We’re waiting for a ‘dusting’ or ‘flurries.’ Is there a difference?

    • katry Says:

      I know they were a figment of my imagination brought about by the snow, the North Pole type snow. I loved the sounds of the wind.

      I hate that part too. I always feel useless when stuff like electronic and cars do weird, odd things or make strange noises.

      The duality means you’ll never be wrong. You predicted the sunshine and the rain. You can’t miss.

      He spoke quite well. It was just his writing which didn’t make a whole lot of sense. He was right about the interruption. I own him an apology. My e-mail came back miraculously.

      Lots of flurries make for a dusting.

  3. Birgit Says:

    Crazy weather here today. Sun, rain, downpour, hail and gale-force winds in no particular order. Today’s Rose Monday is our main carnival day but unfortunately many parades had to be canceled due to the strong winds. I don’t really care but for some people and towns carnival is as important as Christmas and it’s the so-called fifth season.
    Happy New Chinese Year!

    • katry Says:

      The snow has stopped. It is windy and cold. Even the tree trunks are swaying. Gracie goes out, gets to the bottom of the stairs, squats and comes right back inside to the couch. No dumb animal here.

      Today is the perfect day for a nap, and when I finish here, I’m taking one.

  4. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Gong hey fat choy.

    I can fold an origami box without directions. It’s the only origami I know except for folding a dollar bill into a heart with George’s face staring out. I have to have the directions in front of me to do that one.

    It’s been snowing since mid-morning. There’s a lot of swirling about and flakes falling in different directions but there’s not a comparable amount of snow on the ground. I swept off an inch earlier and just swept another two. The wind is brutally cold. Nobody wants to go out in it.

    Enjoy the evening and stay warm.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      “Hong Bao Na Lai,” (紅包拿來)

      You know more than I. The ones I did had picture directions in color, and I still had trouble.

      The snow stopped early this afternoon. We didn’t get as much as they thought, but I’m not complaining. The wind sometimes howls then slows down then howls again.

      I’m going nowhere!

      Stay warm yourself.

  5. Bob Says:

    I hate talking to South Asian call center employees. One of the reasons I buy Apple products is that their call center is in Austin Texas and not Mumbi. You were lucky to find out your Indian technician’s real name. Usually they adopt an American name. “Hello, I’m Jim how can I help you?” With an Indian accent. Some of them think that letting the customer know their real name is Siva would make an already frustrated customer even more unhappy.

    Although I dislike going out in a snowstorm Ann ice storm is ten times worse. First the bridges and overpasses freeze and drivers approach them at high speed and then slam on their brakes when they realize they are on a sheet of ice. Here is where the many accidents happen which increases our insurance premiums. Then as the rest of the roadways ice over drivers now creep along at such slow speeds that they can’t negotiate the slightest incline. Ugh.

    Today was clear but windy with a high in the high 50s. Good luck with the snowstorm. 🙁

    • katry Says:

      This is an Apple product, a MacBook Pro, but the problem was Comcast. I could tell the tech was from India by his writing and the weird juxtaposition of words. No way could he explain himself as Larry or Jim. I was a bit surprised we had a conversation.

      People here tend to know how to drive on ice and snow. Most people are also smart enough to stay inside until the roads are cleared and the snow has stopped. I am a firm believer in slow speeds on icy highways where I normally drive way over the speed limit.

      Thanks! This was less of a snow accumulation than we expected. It was only around 6 to 8 inches.

      Cold is coming next.

      • Bob Says:

        Of course the problem was with Comcast because the person helping you was Indian, dot not feather. If the problem were with your MacBook you have been talking to an American.

        If we gat a winter storm I will either work from home or my company will put me up at a hotel near the airport so I can deliver my class the next day.

      • katry Says:

        I was totally skeptical, but the guy was right. The e-mail all of a sudden came back on just as he sad. I’m a fan of Mohammed’s now.

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