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TROUBLES AND troubles

October 14, 2017

Computer Hell:

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It started with a virus in my main computer.   After the computer was  cleansed and repaired,  it was somehow no longer able to contact the Internet.   For three weeks I’ve been working with interconnected laptops, PC, three keyboards, two mouses, two sets of speakers, rebooted everything, and one printer in there somewhere.    It was not pretty.

It was very disruptive.  My printing was one arrangement,  by communications were arrayed over a pattern of two or three computers,  and my class notes were scattered in six different places, including thumb drives here and there.   I did everything I could  to “fix” things, and then stopped trying.

For a week.  I tried once more, doing the same things I had been doing for three weeks.  All of a sudden my big PC,  my main PC,  found the Internet.  No reason.   Sometimes if you “do the same thing over and over and expect different results,”   it isn’t insanity!

But these computers can still drive a person crazy.

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I was once again able to search out the news.    “What’s happening around the world.”   Came across this interesting article from Russia which showed me what REAL trouble is!

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There is a small science station at Izvesti Tsik Islands in Russia’s Kara Sea that is manned by five scientists.    This photo isn’t their little building,  but it shows the Trouble.    They always  have problems with polar bears from time to time.

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But this year it seems a whole “tribe” of polar bears have come.  There are about a dozen “hanging around”  right outside the door, and the scientists haven’t been able to get out for days!     The bear have already eaten one of the scientists’  dogs.     The scientists have been using flares to signal for help.

Bear have always been a serious symbol to me of Life’s Lurking Menaces, ready to jump out at you from the bushes when you least expect it.   It wasn’t hard for me to put myself in the place of these besieged scientists.

I really wouldn’t want to live in a place where trouble is spelled:  p-o-l-a-r    b-e-a-r.

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They are strong and persistent hunters, they’re destructive,  and they’re omnivorous!  They’re just not cute:

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(I found a picture of a man holding a cute little baby polar bear while the little bear was chewing his ear off.   I can’t show it because all the “red” spoils the whiteness you’d expect to see.)

So think about these poor five men in Russia; lift up a little prayer for them.   “Help is on the way,” the news article said.

Hope they can hang on until their Troubles are over.

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TIRED OF SNOW?

February 2, 2017

Well,  I’m not!

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This was my back yard a few nights ago.    So pretty.    I had a floodlight set up into the air so I could see the snowfall better.     We got only four inches, though.

Unlike my little grandson in the high Sierras:

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This photo isn’t from his area,  but it very well could be.

A story from a nearby newspaper   . . .   (The San Jose Mercury News –   Do they still use the name San Jose?)  . . .   today discussed the  well over 100% of normal snowfall they’ve received this year.

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Now, “the sky is not falling,”   and no “climate change connection”   and they’ve had higher snowfall amounts in previous years from time to time,  but nevertheless, when you get a big year,  you’ve got to deal with it.   You’ll still find people who are happy with all the new snow for skiing and snowboarding  –  after all,  most of the people up there chose to live there so they could have plenty of snow to play in!     But the news article today said that people are beginning to show signs of “enough is enough”   and “we need a break.”

Normal life has been disrupted.    Schools,  postal delivery,   electricity,  cell towers.      Firefighters have to use  metal detectors to find the fire hydrants!

And what happens when you open your door — and the door is still there!!

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I just keep thinking about their weather forecast for the rest of this week.   About a foot more  by the end of the week;   and another two feet by the end of the weekend.   The comment that followed was that the winter sports snowpack will last into  July.

Great.     Cooper’s Mommy,  my daughter,  has a birthday on the Fourth of July.   This wouldn’t be the first year she’s gone both swimming and snowboarding on her birthday!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

January 12, 2017

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“Stopping by the woods  . . .    Lovely, dark, and deep . . . *

Yeah . . .   that poem.  

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(For those of you who know some Robert Frost.  .  .)   I’m getting through it, though.

“. . . But I have promises to keep,  and miles to go before I sleep. and miles to go before I Sleep.”

 Nature spoke:

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That deep, dark Scandinavian Funk jumped out and grabbed me just as I was getting rid of the  “Evil California Toddler Virus”  that settled in during the holidays.

How easy  to withdraw from everything and smoothly drift into those Dark Woods.   It attracts . . . .

But Nature spoke – and I remembered I have some promises to keep.      A few hundred books to read.     A mother, to be.   A grandmother, to be.     A teacher,  yet to be.   I’m a soul who hasn’t been called out of this earth yet,    into those deep, dark lovely woods.    Oh, man, I was tired!   Of everything.

And then I saw the bunny tracks.  

I was too tired to be out there on my driveway, to shovel the snow away, even though it wasn’t deep.      But there are those rabbit tracks!!     About three feet apart!    That bunny wasn’t tired on my driveway!    How absurd that “big me”  should be holding back when that little rabbit had used so much energy to get across.

See?  Sometimes,  and even for you, it might be just the smallest thing speaking to you from the Real World,  from Nature, and if you add a little humor, a little irony or absurdity,  you are snatched back into that Real World and you participate in a whole new outlook.

Well,  it can happen.   I know what being “trapped” is too — but here again Nature showed me what really being trapped is:

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Just a moment later, after I enjoyed those rabbit tracks,  I saw this leaf.  The wind was blowing on it and it had left tracks too, but not what one would expect.

The end of leaf is trapped.   Probably in some under the snow.   Instead of making forward progress and “getting somewhere,”   the leaf has been going around and around in circles.

Mmm-hmmmm.    I could draw a lesson from that too.   I’ll just draw my own lesson;  you can draw yours.

I rejoiced with the rabbit.  I took pity on the leaf.   But both made cute tracks,  lovely patterns, and both left their mark that — they existed.

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Robert Frost had a really, really good reason for writing that poem, and just because  that’s a common experience to us all,   it’s a good idea to read it again;  become familiar with it in your now new stage of life,  however long you’ve been living.

(Memorize it, for fun!    Ha ha!   No teacher making you do it!!!)

You can use a Search engine;  just type in “Stopping by  Woods on a  Snowy Evening.”

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WALK WITH ME

January 23, 2016

 

I don’t know what made me visit The Spruce Tunnel this day.  It had been a nice but challenging class this morning, but I was tired now  and very hungry,  and it was a cold, crisp day in the Far North.   But I found myself making the stop, thinking the  fresh air would feel good.

So unexpectedly I stopped the car and started off  down the familiar entrance pathway to the Tunnel.

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No skis this time, even though it was winter.   And there were plenty of other  footprints to show others had  left their skis at home too.

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I once did a photo-study of all the patterns made by boot footprints in The Spruce Tunnel.  Fascinating.   Sometimes you find interesting things when you look down, when you stop and focus on what’s very close to you.

I was wearing my warm fur-lined “short boots.”    But my friends say they look like bedroom slippers.

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Well, hmmmph!   I bought them from the Boot section of the shoe store.   They’re boots!   They keep my feet warm!

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I took a deep breath, feeling the (cold) oxygen fill my lungs.  It felt good all over.   I thought:  I could have been driving the car right now –  breathing stuffy, heated air.  I could have been home by now:  breathing dry air.   This was nicer.

I looked way up at some of the deciduous trees, bare now in midwinter.   Kept my eyes up there,  just like a kid would do,   until I was done looking.

It was peaceful, but it wasn’t quiet.     There were many interesting sounds:    little peeps, squeaks,  creaks,   lots of bird sounds.   “Someone”  was scolding me  as I walked through.  Maybe my peace was  disturbing his peace;  maybe a bird, maybe an irritated  squirrel.    Sorry, little critter –  I wasn’t intimidated;  you just sounded funny.

But I share this park with other living things.   I know.

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I saw an interesting log.

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Nobody’s home, I guess.

Questions, questions, questions.   What was I doing here?   What made me come?

And then another unexpected, decision:   of all the pathways I could have chosen to enter the Tunnel,  I chose this one, rather than my usual eastern approach.

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I was entering now a deeper stillness,  when the “peaceful feeling”  becomes a little eerie.    A  peaceful feeling becomes a spiritual feeling.   The many duties and concerns that had kept my mind so busy fell completely away, and my mind seemed to become clear and open.  I thanked God for . . .   I don’t know.  I just felt thankful.

Whatever impulse had driven me here was a good one.

And then I discovered “why”  I had come.   An unexpected purpose.   And just
as I was wondering about the wisdom of being here, alone, in a great big park
with no other person in sight,  and with no protection (whatever that would
be),   I heard  two people up ahead.

It was a man and a woman.  They were enjoying the park together.  They seemed happy, although they looked cold.    When I got closer, and smiled to them,  they asked me if I knew how much further they had to go to get to the end of the trail.   “Not far at all.”

If I had entered the Tunnel from the other way,  I wouldn’t have seen them.  So . . .  glad I could help.

8.5 two eaglesBut then our conversation began.   The lady,  the wife as it turned out,  came over to me to show me the beautiful pictures of a pair of eagles that she had recently taken.  And nearby!    The eagles were obviously a happy couple too, impersonating a pair of lovebirds.  How interesting.  I was impressed.  Such an image of majestic strength –  and yet —  life, love, bonding, babies;  just like all life on this earth.    “Abundant life!”   “Be fruitful and multiply.”

The lady went on about  her pursuit of certain birds for further picture taking, an obviously well-liked hobby of hers;  and how often she just seemed to be “led”  to the location of certain interesting or rare birds.

I learned about their motorcycle riding and an accident, one of seven, was it?   And how they were so protected that they each had only bumps and bruises,  even though their motorcycles were trashed.  And how the accident led to the fortuitous discovery of impending blindness.

They both shared many other things, all the while expressing their thanksgiving to God.  It was evident that they lived their Christian faith daily,  at every moment.

I felt a little shy, and I shyly asked them if I could take their picture.

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I wanted to remember them, to remember that this delightful encounter had really  happened.

Then it was time to go.   Just standing there had made us all feel the cold.   We said our good-byes and “God bless you”s.

There was the end of the Tunnel waiting for me, and I took one last look at the tall black spruces:

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And further way up high:

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The Spruce Tunnel is indeed a place of great beauty, deep feeling, and lofty thoughts.     I’m so glad I had made my unplanned stop here.    I felt different – and better – after the chance encounter with that happy couple.  Their bright happy spirits lifted me up and made a happy walk in the park even happier!

I’ll never see them again,  but I’ll always remember their effect on me.  And I hope I’ll try to have the same positive, unselfconscious faith-filled effect on others.

We who are believers  manifest Christ for the world around us.  We are witnesses to His love and to His Resurrection.   We show the world what Jesus is like.

Or so we should.

Leaving the Tunnel,  walking out into the wide world  —

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Finding my way back into the “normal” world —   where I hope I’ll take this experience with me and I hope it will change me, just a little.

 

 

THE BEGINNING BEGUN – 2016

January 6, 2016

As I said in last night’s posting,  most of my Christmas decorations get packed away on Epiphany (today).   Looks funny around here.   Feels funny around here – so bare and plain and . . .   wide  open now.

Feels funny with those reindeer gone tonight, the reindeer I showed you yesterday.    Here’s where they were:

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Oh, well maybe I’m the only one who rakes her snow . . .  but, you know,  the snow was hard and icy and —

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—  I was cleaning up and cutting back the rose bushes too.  I had to rake up the mess of old leaves and little branches.

So there are wide open spaces now, inside and outside, spaces ready for whatever the new year will bring.

The Wise Men have presented their gifts to the Christ Child, and as I mused yesterday,  our best gift to give Him is — ourselves.   Our whole self.   A long time ago a man composed a prayer in which he acknowledged that everything he had,  he had received from God, so it’s only right that, now that he is a mature man and understands things,   that he give all those things back to God, to use however God wants to use them.

He returns all his personal gifts   so that they could be used by the Giver,  through him.    (id tibi totum restituo, ac tuae prorsus, voluntate trado  gubernandum  . . . . )

So I wondered about that today.   I wondered how to work all these thoughts into my new year as well as into my soon-to-be-restarted classes.   Why were we made like we were made?  Why are we like we are? Why do we have the characteristics that we do?  Why were we given so many gifts, so much potential?

What were we supposed to do with these gifts during this new year’s worth of time?   (Besides give them back to God to be used through us as He wishes.)

And then, via email, came the answer, from an email newsletter that miraculously appeared in my cell phone’s email when I was away, in the hospital with Hubbie,  during the worst month.  I don’t know how it got started, but the email newsletter, called Wisdom Hunter,  has often been right there, appropriately, when I needed it.

Here’s what came today:

Good Works

We have an assignment in 2016!     Specific good works that were assigned by God.    And though it was my desire (inspired by St Ignatius of Loyola’s prayer) to return all good gifts to God’s disposal,  I’m not just handing over a package of “stuff” — and He’s not just telling me to use these “things.”

There is power being exchanged.  One small life’s will power in exchange for all the Power of God, channeled back  through that small life.    Power that will see us through the completion of His good will, and all His assignments for us.

Whew!  Glad I cleaned up and made spaces for a whole new year!

 

STORMS OF ANY KIND

February 16, 2015

8 days?   One of the longest silences The Spruce Tunnel has experienced.  Sorry for that.   If I listed all the bad things, difficult things, dangerous things,  frustrating and fearful things that have been going on here in such a short time,  it would sound like a “storm” has been swirling around me.   A storm made of elements bigger than I am.

Some of them will eventually work out well;  some will not.

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I’d rather write about this storm, that swirled up and down my street yesterday, same weather front that millions of Americans are experiencing.   There are storms like this — and there are “storms”  of another kind.

I wanted to stay home because of my “storms.”     Shelter and hide.       It was looking too bad out there.   But I needed about three minutes of Wi-Fi, that’s all,  but it would be worth going out;   and it could be an adventure driving through the snow clouds that whirled around, driven across the street by strong, frigid winds.

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I had to climb through these to get to my car.    Broom, shovel, scraper in hand,  “storms”  bring a lot of extra work just to be able to keep on going.

I didn’t know if these were snowbanks or snowdrifts along the side of my driveway —

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—  but I could see some beauty in the patterns  —  even though  I had to battle the elements just to get into the car.    The icy wind found its way under my hat, through my scarf,  past my gloves,  and up into my arms  . . .   Bare skin!     Brrrrrrrr.

I adjusted all my “protection”  many times while I tried to uncover my car.    Just like Nehemiah’s strong young men  building the city walls of Jerusalem with a trowel or shovel in one hand and a sword to fight off the enemies in the other hand,  so I was trying to keep my scarf and coat on while using the scraper and broom.

When storms swirl around you, expect to get really, physically tired!

Once out onto the highway, though, I was astonished:    The roads were a little okay, but they were busy.   Lots of cars, lots of other people out in the storm.   All the parking lots I passed were filled!    Stores, restaurants, gas stations — all looked busy.

Everyone was going about their business as though there was no storm?

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Here are the snowbanks along the side of the parking lot I was aiming for.   The snowbanks were twice as high as my car,  but I can’t show you that;    it was too cold to get out and do something as frivolous as taking a picture.   You can’t always do the things you want when there are “storms.”

In the midst of the swirling wind,  the sun came out, and this line of trees caught my attention as I came out of the store:

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So, on the way home I marveled at how many people were out, as though it were any busy Saturday on a nice day.   They didn’t seem to be doing  anything different. . . .

And that made me nervous.

I’m seeing storms of all kinds,  surrounding us,  swirling around us,  threatening us,    and . . . life goes on.

There was a man in the parking lot that I was just leaving.   He got out of his car, began to walk, and a big gust of wind blew a cloud of icy snow into him.  He wore an overcoat, unbuttoned,  over a business suit.    The wind nearly tore his coat off.    He was not dressed for the storm.

He and many others had not prepared for the “storms.”    

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I arrived home,  between wind gusts.   Things were calmer for a while.   Mission accomplished with the Wi-Fi.   I took home with me the memory of people walking around amidst the swirling clouds of snow, leaning into the wind,  grasping their coats close to them, but nevertheless,  going about their business.

I deliberately took into my house with me the sense of normalcy amidst the storm.

“Bias to the Normal.”     A survival technique.

 

SNOW AND SUN

February 2, 2015

While we were busy watching the Super Bowl  on Sunday,  our weatherman was busy steering 13 inches of snow into my little town.

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Then,  as often happens the day after a blizzard,  the skies become clear and blue.  The bright sun cast beautiful dark contrasting shadows onto all the snow;   black tree trunks and branches  on a snow white palette.    Monochrome modern art.      I turned my cell phone on to get some photos, but by the time I remembered to take a picture,  the sun had moved away from my front yard.

But the sunshine delighted in my backyard too.   One patch and one branch.

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That’s an untouched photo.    Did you know shadows can be so blue?

A few minutes later,  along the “shore” of my little pond,  the sun made a bright little chain as it got lower in the sky:

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And now tonight,  the sun is gone,  but the snow is lit from within by my deck railing lights.

SAMSUNGAt just the right angle you can see a claw-like shadow on the floor of the deck.    The claw is a moon-shadow from a tree branch above.  A little eerie out there under bright moonlight.

 

“IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT. . .”

October 31, 2014

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“It was a dark and stormy night…” (*)  may be the opening words of the truly “worst novel ever written,”  but here in the Far North,   it really WAS a dark and stormy night.

Perfect!  for Halloween!

Dark.   Strong gusty winds.   Snow showers.   Leaves rustling and wind roaring through the trees.

Perfect!  for wrapping up in a nice cozy fleece blanket and reading a semi-interesting book about the settling of the old West.

Hallowe’en is for children, and it’s fun to help them have a good scary fun time. . .   Tomorrow is All Saints Day –  honoring the “all Hallowed” people whom we have this All Hallows Evening for.    Today was Friday, and we give thanks by remembering that Friday almost two thousand years ago when God made peace between Himself and mankind — so that one day, believing,  we can walk those hallowed streets of Heaven, hallowed ourselves,  with the Hallowed saints who came before us.

Life is good and full and filled with interesting holidays and holy days and seasons changing and duties to do and feelings to feel and pleasures to enjoy.   These “dark and stormy” nights remind us of all the variety that comes our way.   Do it ALL!            (Happy Halloween!)

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(*)  —  Opening lines of novel  Paul Clifford  by author  Edward Bulwer-Lytton  

THE CERTAINTY OF SPRING

April 14, 2014

Gee whiz.     Around here in the Far North  we’ve got “Spring forward and Fall backward”  to remind us about the change to and from Daylight Saving Time, and a third one:   “Fall in Spring” !

Our weather forecast map:

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And  here’s a photo-report from my cousin in the Far, Far North this week.  “Traffic”  on her street:

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Maybe that’s “Winter in  Spring.”

Her deer are diligently keeping watch over the maple sap,  which, I assume,  is diligently trying to run:

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All that area is covered up with snow right now.  Spring didn’t quite make it there yet.

Well, in spite of that weather map,  it really won’t be winter for us.   A few inches of snow?     That’s just Fall.

As in “falling leaves.”

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That photo was taken a week ago.  All our beautiful snow melted away and exposed the autumn leaves that had fallen after all that raking last…well, last time we had “Fall.”  There’s nothing to do but to do it all  over again.

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We’ve had some pretty,  sunny days to do the yardwork,  but sometimes I wonder if I’m just on the edge of possibly maybe beginning to feel that sustained yardwork is for younger people.    Like the teenagers down the street.

 

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I lost count after thirteen “barrowfulls”  of leaves and sticks,  but who’s counting anyway?   It’s not like I’m complaining.    I really do love the outdoor work – free exercise, you know,  without gym fees.

And yardwork is a good way to keep track of things.    Take inventory.  See what’s  going on in the lawn department:

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Swirly holes.  All over.

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Looking for last year’s acorns.   Going to have a good crop of squirrels this year.

Spring.    Anticipating new life.  Passover.   Anticipating the Messiah to the ones who brought us news of the Messiah.    Easter.   To the ones who acknowledge the Messiah –  and the certainty of New Life,  just as certain as Spring weather will come.

SPRING SILLINESS IN A CHANGING WORLD

March 12, 2014

Well, it’s not exactly Spring, yet – but this is getting a little “silly.” SAMSUNG

“2-4 inches”  of snow in the forecast becomes 7 inches.    Time to take out the yardstick again – and the snow shovels and mittens and tall snow boots, and patience…patience enough to go 20 m.p.h. on the roads when you need to get someplace.

This is NOT a complaint, however.    The ski trails will certainly be refreshed!

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I woke up to this scene, this morning,  out my bay window.    Everything was softened and whitened and beautiful.   I wasn’t “in charge of” how much snow we’d  get,  but if I were,   I’d have ordered about this much.

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It’s pretty nice looking, but the recent thaw,  then this snowfall, and our next thaw is going to make that pond useless for ice skating.

But it’s a changing world.   Seasons change.  Climates change.   Climate cycles come and go, and we, as individuals, don’t have much to say about it.    The same is true with broader changes in the world of men.

In all  my years of studying history,  I’ve read biographies, autobiographies, journals,  letters,  thoughts,  observations, dreams, and disappointments of people who have lived throughout the millennia.  You can read these things too, they’re easily available in this digital age.

What we’ll all see is that nowhere does it appear that the individual person is in charge of the character of his culture or the political course of his nation or the existence of war or peace. . . .   It doesn’t work that way.   There are bigger things at work in the world as a whole. ***

So then what?

Well, you, as an individual,  are of primary and infinite value and worth.   You have the dignity that comes with being conceived of in the mind of God,   of being deliberately created,   of being loved and wanted,   and of being born into the best optimum time for your journey back to your Creator.

We’re responsible, then, for our own selves.  It appears that we’re not responsible for the overall condition of the world any more than we’re responsible for the amount of snow we get.  In the Spring, no less!,  the Spring that is soon coming.    It’d be “silly”  to think that we were!

 

***     This observation of the world doesn’t preclude the necessity of working to “make the world a better place.”    We are here to keep and to guard and to have dominion;  to be responsible for those around us, to  improve conditions, etc….      But that develops properly  only after and only if we know our worth and we know our limitations.       We are not gods in this world.

As a matter of fact,  if you remember,  it was not God who told us:  “Ye shall be as gods…..”   !!

 

UP ON A HOUSETOP – RAKE RAKE RAKE

February 28, 2014

I think my Florida family has forgotten the “joys” of winter in the Far North.   So. . . . 

It was a rare sunny day up here in the Far North.   Shortly after noontime,  with the sun trying to be “high” in the sky,  the shadows of the trees stretched across the snow-buried lawn and across my driveway.

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And then I noticed:  the way out of my driveway was narrowing with each passage of the snowplow.   If I didn’t do something, I’d be backing into the snowbanks.

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Once I got to the end of the driveway, I wasn’t sure why I bothered to shovel… RR road impassable anyway

Our streets were not going to be easy to drive on.

Neighbors were out, though,  taking snow-walks – carefully in the frozen ruts –  and they were all talkative, all with the same (justifiable) complaints about the long, severe winter we’re having.   I smiled and nodded in rather silent agreement, because I didn’t want to admit what a GREAT winter I think this is for skiing and ice skating and exercise and fresh air and the fireplace and. . . .    (Am I the only one having fun?)

No.  They saw difficulty.  Slipping and sliding,  shivering, shoveling and —  ice dams!   I asked a neighbor if he knew where I could buy a roof rake, which had become quite rare these days,  and he said I could borrow his!

And there started a new winter activity for me with a steep, steep learning curve. RR Roof problem

My little yellow house sure had a need.    And, yep – there are the ice dams forming: RR the roof problem

So now I had my neighbor’s roof rake with a thirty foot long aluminum pole to vault up onto the roof.   I thought about it for a while…thought about things like “technique”  and how can “aluminum”  be so heavy!

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I got it going, though.

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A long, long way up….  RR Pole extending

And if you back up holding the pole,  you inevitably back the bottom end of the pole up into something, and if you do it fast enough you  launch yourself upwards like an untrained pole vaulter.    Move slowly.

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But I got the hang of it and was making progress.    But my front door was locked.    My side door was blocked.   And I had just closed the garage door so I wouldn’t be getting snow piles in the garage.   Smart.  Too smart.    I decided to keep working and not panic,  but there was that gnawing feeling about the back deck door…..Did I feed the birds that morning?  Had I re-locked the deck door?  Had I locked myself out – out in the cold?  

Ice dams on the back deck.

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An hour more of doubt – an hour more of shoulder-breaking, upward-heaving pole-smacking roof work in the front…squinting against the only sun we had this month (!!)  and then I checked the back deck.

Yes, ice dams there too.  Somewhere between 20 and 30 inches of snow and snow drifts on the roof back there too.

And an unlocked door.

Altogether a good and interesting day.

 

THE COMING ICE AGE – THE COLD TRUTH

February 6, 2014

MoonI got up in the middle of the night last night, as I usually do.  I stood by a big window, looking outside in admiration, amazed admiration.

(No photo possible!)   (I need My-Friend-With-The-Camera’s camera.)

There, behind my house, I could see my snow-covered back yard, pond, and all the way into the hills beyond the creek.   The surface was soft and gently undulating and bathed in a beautiful blue-white light shining down on the scene.

It was a time for poetry and oil paints.    It was a time for the human spirit to “take time” to respond.

Well, I did eventually go back to bed.   I’m currently experiencing the second round of the second bout of shingles in my “other” ear.   It occurred to me recently that every time I go out skiing or skating,  I spend the next few days with increased ear pain.   Since there “might be” a connection,  I’ve confined myself to indoors for a while.   Maybe.

But I’m still thinking of ice and snow, so I’ll use this post to convey some information.    True stuff, not political stuff.

True:   There was a period of time called the “Maunder Minimum”  in about the 1600s – a time of severe cold, lasting for a couple generations.   It affected people’s lives ;  it killed people and changed history a bit.

True:  There was another period of time called the “Dalton Minimum” which also brought a significant period of cooling lasting from in the 1700s to about the  1820s.

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One could walk across the Mississippi River,  or the Thames River,  or the Hudson river during this time.   That’s the Mackinac Straits in the photo…   Sometimes they freeze over and My-Friend-With-The-Camera who is also a runner loves to run across the Straits.   He’s not from 1820, he’s from now, but his photos make a good illustration of a large body of water that seems so unusual in a frozen state.

My Friend has special shoe attachments for this purpose:

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He finds his way across the frozen Straits by means of  markers:  used Christmas trees placed strategically by local authorities to mark out safe pathways across the ice.

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But back to some geological truths.

Also true:   These “minimums”  I listed are part of larger cycles, two which concern us most directly today.  There is a 206-year period of cooling and a 90-100-year period of cooling.   Both cycles are converging –  NOW.

“Now”  means based upon our current, observable,  undeniable solar cycles which directly affect (cause)  these cooling cycles.   And our current solar sunspot cycle indicates a lack of expected sunspots, an undeniable “minimum” of sunspots.

Trekking across the frozen water:Ice all alone out there

That will result in noticeably colder weather, especially in the temperate latitudes, more snow, more icing events . . .Many more places will be covered in ice and snow during longer winters.

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Growing seasons will become shortened enough so that the world’s food supply is reduced.    Crops can’t be planted early enough in the Springs, growing seasons are shortened, and Winters come earlier.   Too much rain in some places, too little rain in other places.   That’s historical truth.

Here was that day’s goal for my Friend’s run across the frozen Straits:

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It’s the world-famous Grand Hotel on Mackinaw Island.   A place where you have to be pretty well-to-do in order to afford the entrance fee just to look around.   A place where the rich can afford a night’s stay.

A 206-year cycle plus a 90-100-year cycle, both converging now on the world.    This will be hard on so many people.

I will have to think about this more.

I think I’ll go back out to the Spruce Tunnel for some skiing and thinking. . . .   My ear is going to be fine, compared to what’s coming.

A KINDLY DISTANCE IN THE SPRUCE TUNNEL

February 2, 2014

There really is a Spruce Tunnel.

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It’s spectacular in the winter.  I decided to “warm up” for the Super Bowl with a little cross country skiing.

Two power outages ago,  two ice storms ago,  and three snowstorms ago  I had put out my ski poles in anticipation of some cross-country skiing in the Spruce Tunnel.

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But after all that time,   all we’ve been through,  the poles were stuck tight and had to be shoveled out.

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But, eventually I got going, on the trail, with a ski pole pointing the way.

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I wondered why I was out here at first.    At any given time one of these long slats strapped to my feet would slip far to the right or far to the left, at the slightest little bump.    Sometimes they would take me for an unexpected ride down a little slope.

It took a little effort to get skis, scarf, and poles organized – while hanging on to keys and camera.

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But then I got my ski legs.   I felt the joy of swishing along, breathing in the cool fresh air,  enjoying the glittering white snow and the fresh green pines.

Everything looked picture-ready.  The dark evergreen boughs contrasted with their snow covering.

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Patterns of snow caught my attention –

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As I glided along with soft sounds and fresh scents and peace and quiet all around me,  my mind was busy with the thoughts about this day:  a very high and lovely holy day;   Groundhog Day;  and the Super Bowl coming up soon;  and class prep for tomorrow. . . .

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That should be a lot for any given day.  A busy day.   But out here in the Tunnel,  there was a little distance from these things.   It was a kindly distance, one that gives perspective and helps you sort things out.

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I shouldn’t have had time for skiing today in the Spruce Tunnel,  but I’m glad I went out anyway because it feels like I’ve gained. . . time. . . . and a bright path to the days ahead.

A MOTHER’S IMAGINATION

January 22, 2014

I said in yesterday’s posting that “my mother’s heart is scared”  today.

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Well,  it’s because my Sun (Son) is going away.       Anytime there is anything out of the usual I can be afraid that anything can happen.

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An airplane has him right now —  in the sky somewhere —

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And I hope … you know…

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So Son is going off to have some fun on a well-deserved vacation from his long twelve-hour days.  He and the young men he is with all work these grueling twelve-hour days.   Statistics show the job is more dangerous to his heart than anything that can happen on this vacation.

But I’m still a Mom.  And he’s going here:

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12,800 feet up high in the beautiful state of Montana.    I was there just a few months ago.   Lovely place to be.  But I wasn’t skiing.

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He’ll be gone all week…. And he’s not skiing,  he’s snowboarding.    And I’m sure he’ll come back, just fine.

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(I can be really good at worrying.)

You don’t need to remind me to have faith in God.    I do.

You don’t need to tell me to put my Son in His hands.  I did.

You don’t need to remind me that God is in control.  I know.

It’s just that I might not agree with the God…who has my son….in His control.

Faith.    It’s not for cowards.    I’m probably the one who needs the prayers this week.

SHOVELING THE RAILS

January 10, 2014

It doesn’t go away by itself!

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That’s my red shovel up on the deck railing.     My afternoon was spent shoveling about two and a half tons off my deck, the benches, the railing.    I got away with not doing it when it was so very cold around here, because that kept the air dry.    Now we are expecting warm weather,  up into the 30s, and the air will be humid and even rainy.    The snow doesn’t go away safely when it gets warm.   There will be lots of moisture for the snow to absorb, and the weight will become an issue.

But then there’s the roof.

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Deep snow doesn’t go away by itself;  it compresses and forms ice.   I’ve seen more snow on our roof at other times,  but there’s enough there right now to begin forming ice dams in the eaves troughs.      And ice dams don’t stay put;  they increase in size and back up in and under the shingles,  doing their own version of de-construction.

SAMSUNG  The dark gray “snow” is actually very hard ice.  It melts from the bottom, increasing the size  and area of the ice dam as it refreezes, and producing some pretty stout icicles.      I’m trying to stay ahead of the game by attacking these baby icicles and cutting and hacking very fine channels into the ice.

Like with a butcher knife.

Not recommended.

No, the snow doesn’t go away nicely “by itself.”    It gives you lots of opportunity for some outdoor exercise.

STAY OFF THE ROADS!!

January 6, 2014

But sometimes you just need to be on the roads so you can “go home.”      After the quick trip to the Far Far North  for our family funeral,  we just had to get home so Son could be at work the next day.    As pharmacist and manager,  there were just too many people depending upon him to be there for them.    A normally seven-hour trip on Sunday became  a ten-hour challenge.

We enjoyed the beautiful winter scenery at the beginning of our trip.   The Great Lakes that we passed were white, as far out  as the eye could see, and the shore was lined with huge white chunks of frozen churned-up waves.    The sky was white with overcast, and the forest was white, with  dark green outlines of the evergreens adding contrast and beauty.

But night came quickly:

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We had a couple HUNDRED miles of this!

It was easier if we were able to follow another car:

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Finally, near home, we took a “left turn”   at Michigan State University:

SAMSUNGWasn’t much “university” there.     In fact,  this Big Ten university closed down the next day, along with other colleges and schools –  and nearly everything else.    Many of the entrances to parking lots and side streets were blocked by cars hung up on the snow that hadn’t yet been plowed away.    People were trying to push their cars or shovel them out –  not very successfully, as we went by.

Leaving the bright lights of the city,  we found the “main road”  to my home:

SAMSUNG And then we pushed our way into my own subdivision where we found the snow a little deeper:

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What was on our minds?     Home soon!   We can finally relax and get warm!

But it was not to be:

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We had some work to do before we could even get into the driveway.

I was grateful to Son for doing the driving and almost all the shoveling, but – in this day of texting –  he knew what he had facing him when he got to his own home:   his own driveway would have to be shoveled and a friend next door was stuck in his driveway. . . .

When morning came, I saw the snow:

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Snow drifts on my deck.   I know I ought to be worried about the deck collapsing,   but for now, it’s really interesting to look at.   I was curious to see how deep it was, so I stuck a yardstick in the snow on the table:

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That’s 18 inches.

Yep.  That was a good snowstorm!

 

ONE MORE DRIVING CHALLENGE

January 5, 2014

It’s hard to think  (and write)  about anything else when you have this ahead of you for the day’s driving –

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This was our highway,   the road ahead,  two days ago.

Apparently, as we return home,  it won’t be much different.

Thoughts on the funeral and family, etc.,  way later tonight…..when we probably make it home.

Meanwhile,  God will know where we are on the road:   Son and I, and all our many family members who set out for their homes today.

Deo gratias.

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January 2, 2014

2

That’s all we get.

2 degrees tonight.

Had to make a trip to the airport today.    It wasn’t a good day for driving.

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I took that picture from behind the steering wheel.  That’s looking out the front windshield.    2 1/2 hours going there;  3 hours coming back.

Salt doesn’t work on the roads when it is that cold.    There were numerous accidents.   More than 20, coming and going.  Some had just happened.     People were getting out of their cars,   dazed.

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When you see  “bare” pavement,  it’s even worse.   That’s where the black ice is.   Sort of like floating over the pavement, with no control.

Tomorrow, Son and I have to travel 400 miles north.    Very cold up there.   Lots of snow.

We’ve been having a difficult time in The Spruce Tunnel these past few weeks.    And now a funeral.    Hubbie’s own brother.

The roads are a life and death matter;  but now, with family,  we really have Life and Death.    Much to think about.

Deo gratias for the challenges.   This is the way we grow.

 

EASILY DISTRACTED

April 19, 2013

I had some things to write about tonight; certainly there’s a lot going on…but first I glanced out my kitchen doors, onto the deck:

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…and then I forgot everything else.

Fascinating.

Third week of April.

 

A FROZEN SPELL

March 17, 2013

The children of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe met the Beautiful White Witch and came to understand that she had the whole of Narnia under her spell.   The result was a beautiful, bluish-white frozen world, cold and inhuman, of course,  nearly motionless, but oh, so soft and still.

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That was my backyard a few days ago —  and perhaps tomorrow if the worst of the weather forecast comes true.

The scene captivated me…..it seemed soothing and tranquil.

SAMSUNGThe scene to the left shows my garden area, now all quiet, producing nothing, I guess,  but peaceful and at rest.   After two very busy and nerve-grating weeks,   I needed this.     I needed to stare at this “winter tableau”  until I felt all quieted down inside.   Frozen.  Stopped.     Stopped for a while, to let myself catch up.

SAMSUNGSo I’m about four days behind in blogging.   Four days behind in lots of things.     I just needed to take a breath first and let things settle down.    I stayed out on my deck for a long time that morning, letting the cool frosty air flow all around me in a gentle breeze, and in and out of me as I breathed in the crispness.

I would have liked to have stayed motionless there, all the rest of the day, staring at the winter scene as often as I wanted to.    So I set up my day’s work,  my laptop and my books and notebooks, at the kitchen table where I could glance out frequently and keep that quiet stillness sustained. . . .

But the birds were busy.

SAMSUNGI’m not sure they were being as fanciful as I was being.   I’m not sure they were “indulging themselves”  in a little snowy mental getaway.    They were being practical.   And noisy.    You’re going to have to eat.    (If The Lady would remember to put birdseed out on the railings.)    You’re going to have to be watchful.    You’re going to have to build nests.    You’re going to have to….fill those nests.

You’re going to have to get on with life.

I understand Narnia was released from the spell of that White Witch.