The fact that we have 22”s of snow in front of our house. It’s winter. The skiing is great---according to son Anson and granddaughter Avery who are powder unicorns ( pigs to the rest of us). Where do I fit into this wintry mix?Well ( a terrible way to start a sentence), I’ve skied since I was 3 on the hill behind our house. I floor waxed my skis. I climbed. Well, many years later I still wax my own skis, but I’m afraid that I’m waiting for sunny, warmer days. Do I feel guilty? Yes, I do. Should I? Whatever, dude. Spring is on its way, believe me. I’m a FEBRUARY SKIER.
In the trees in front of the windows facing the mountain ( floor to ceiling glass) , sit 9 wild turkeys waiting for me to spread corn and sunflower seeds for the little birds. They then waddle in and gobble down. I now put seed for the little birds on an outdoor summer table. They are all happy. When it snows I have to re-fill all the time. Last week a young moose came by. What bio-diversity!Hey, how about the Bali conference! Cut back. Now!! OR … maybe we can coax a Wormhole to drift by and we can dump all the CO2 junk into the Wormhole. It will then emerge on the other side of the space/time continuum. Serves them right over there.
The Christmas spirit is growing.
~Marcello (Ray)
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