I remember, way back in junior high, sneaking my sister's musical theater albums out from her room. Andrew Lloyd Weber was a biggie back then, and she had a collection, of course. The one selection from JC Superstar was, of course, "I don't know how to love him", or IDKHTLH. Damn, that's hard to shorten. I really, really hated that song. Mostly because the lady singing it felt that she had to emphasize LOVE; she hit that word hard. Like if she didn't belt it, we would mistake it for something else. Did she say mug? She wants to rob Jesus?
Yesterday I came home to find a cute little autumnal cloth bag hanging from my door, with a snickers bar and two comic book tracts on finding Jesus. One of my favorite panels is when the angel surprises Mary with the knowledge that she is pregnant. Her surprised expression looks very much like a need to puke. Another favorite shows an old man in a black jacket and scarf (shades of Stephen King), telling his young friend,"Yes, George. He's the ONLY One who can rescue you from eternal damnation in the lake of fire."
Mmm. Anyway, I fooled them. Little did they know, I have two houses here. So I got two Snickers, and only half the message. So there.
This morning I had a little peaceful, spiritual moment. The type where you don't want to breathe, for fear of breaking the spell. I slept terribly last night, and the local siren that calls the volunteer firemen finally woke me up (the neon sign at the Frosty's caught on fire). I slogged my way to the window in the kitchen, peeked out the window, and saw that almost an inch of pure snow had been left in my backyard overnight. It was still almost completely dark; but enough light reflected off the snow under my apple tree for me to just see the shape of a young little doe, her head bent to pick at the apples I was too lazy to harvest.
I really like snow. It's neat. I suppose the novelty will wear off soon; that's part of the reason I am here, after all. I love San Francisco, and that's where I am planning on ending up, but I have this unhealthy attachment to the white stuff. I have to glut myself, and hope the enchantment fades, cause it's in short supply in the Bay Area. We'll see how that goes. When it gets all muddy and nasty and really, really, really cold, and extremities threaten to fall off... well, we'll see.
PS. I love my weather pixie, but it pisses me off that in sub-freezing weather she still looks svelte, if entirely covered. Sorry, but when it gets cold, you look like a marshmallow. That's all there is to it, and computer icons should not be exempt. Bitch.
the novelty will wear off when you're cold and wet for no good reason. You should be able to walk around without freezing and then thawing to find yourself wetter than a fish. I like to ski, but I also like getting in my car, with a heater, and driving back to my snow free home. Sorry, I really dislike cold. Love ya and my baby tree! ~Cindy
Posted by: cindy | October 24, 2004 at 06:46 PM
My Weather Pixie is frequently underdressed. I don't know; I'm not sure here momma raised her right.
We got snow in the mountains last night, and a hard frost down here. I slipped on the frost when I took Miss Puppy out.
Posted by: Ann | October 25, 2004 at 09:00 AM
Stay warm, chica! Am thinking of you up there in the lovely tundra...so perfect for curling up and knitting.
It's 85 in the shade here. But down to 70 in the morning. My kingdom for a weekend with fireplace and snow. Hugs!
Posted by: caroline | October 25, 2004 at 12:35 PM
Snow is good in my opinion.. for about a week and then the novelty wears off :) Was raised in a snowy part of the province and now live in one where snow is a treat. I especially love it when it snows on Cmas eve and melts by NYE night. Just seems right.
Enjoyed reading about your latest ramble..
Posted by: amy | October 25, 2004 at 09:20 PM
my weather pixie dresses like a tramp no matter what the weather.
mmm snow, don't think i'm emotionally ready for that quite yet.
Posted by: maryse | October 26, 2004 at 12:26 PM
"...two Snickers and only half the message." Hee!
Snow? Mmmm, don't think so (especially after 5 years in the tropics!) Purty to look at (and we'll be an easy drive to Tahoe and Reno when we get Stateside) but I don't think I could live in it. But a nice winter in Montana? I can see how you'd find that appealing. I remember how excited I got the few times it snowed during my Portland years...especially after 20 years in the Bay Area. So enjoy it while you have it!
Posted by: Marilyn | October 28, 2004 at 04:17 AM