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

February 8, 2016

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.

“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”

March 27, 2014

The storm was terrific. The snow fell sideways because of the close to hurricane force wind. Tree limbs were blown and bent. The bird feeders flew from to side to side, sometimes even with birds holding on for dear life. The snow drifted. Some spots had little or no snow while others had deep snow, the sort where you lift your legs high above the drift instead of trying to plow your way through. I couldn’t see beyond the house across the street because of white-out conditions. Gracie went out in the morning without fuss but hurried inside when she was done. The second time she went out the snow was still falling but was tapering. She squatted with her back to the gate which was a good thing because the gate behind her slowly opened. I ran down the steps which were covered in snow while holding on to the rail also covered in snow. I don’t know why I didn’t fall as it seemed perfect for a dive off the steps; instead, I shut the gate before Gracie even knew it was open. She turned and looked at me then went farther into the backyard. I climbed up the snowy steps and got back into the house. My slippers were so covered in snow you couldn’t tell what they were. My socks had snow clinging to them, and my pants were soaked from the bottom almost to the knees. My hands were freezing, but I didn’t care. Gracie was still in the yard.

By last night the snow had tapered to a few errant flakes, but the wind continued to blow and whistle. I fell asleep to the sound. It was tremendous.

Winter is not leaving easily. It is scratching and pawing the ground trying to keep a handhold. Yesterday was a day in January. Schools were closed. Cars stayed off the roads. I was drawn, as I am when it snows, to the back door to watch the storm. I listened to the wind and saw the trees bend left then right then back again. It was an amazing storm. It was spectacular.