This has been a difficult week to describe.
We have had a snow and ice week. First, just when it got a little way past the owner/landlord’s house and vehicle access, the Village equipment broke down. That left me and Jennie, both of whom are movement challenged, with a problem of no way to get from our doors to the street.
Remembering how George and I would start preparing for heavy snow the end of October/early September knowing a snow crisis might not occur but wanting to be ready if it did with the needed equipment and food stock for at least three months prepared. I remember the year we were snowed in from just after Christmas until the end of March with the only way out and back in was a trip in a small trailer in back of the tractor on top of the 8 to 10 foot snow. We had left a street vehicle parked out near the paved road. George would drop us off so the boys could get to meet the school bus. Then George and I would go back home where I would sleep on the days I had worked the night/graveyard shift and George would go out on the clearing equipment to work at moving the drifts in the road from our driveway down the hill as far as possible until it was time to pick up the boys to bring them home up and get ready to do the whole routine again to get me out if it was a work night for me. George would go back to work until dark when he would come in for dinner and all of us who could sleep until time to do it again.
So this snow wasn’t near that difficult but I was so much younger then.
To add to the difficulty, the Service District came into the Village and straight ploughed the streets creating berms pile of crusty snow 3 to 4 foot high which then iced over making it difficult to clear by hand,had been tracked by the local pick-up trucks driving in a pattern to make a wide enough track for trucks and some of the other vehicles to get in and out, but that was before the service district went through.
Mark was here monday and started to dig a narrow path from the street to my carport and broke his snow shovel in the process.
I know … kvetch kvetch kvetch.
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But on to something else, although I must admit a lot of my thoughts are centred around the above.
Tuesday was clear and bright and cold but not as cold as it had been. High yesterday was 38 at 1421.
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Today is the 10th Anniversary of the Sandy Hook massacre. I remember that at that time there was a movement for everyone who chooses to participate should choose one of the children killed that day and remember them every day on the anniversary. I chose two little girls thinking that even not enough people were doing that memorial, maybe by doing two I would cover for someone who chose to not be involved and another child would be remembered.
I chose two little girls, one named Ana
and one named Gracie
Their pictures are in one of my collections and so are remembered randomly year after year.
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Interesting also yesterday was an announcement by the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory that the fusion question leading to the real possibility of a powerful, non polluting source of power has been solved. As I understand it the byproducts are helium, an inert nontoxic gas, and energy.
Scientists are really excited and they are rarely if not never excited enough to release this kind of news without a lot of testing and retesting.
Following this will be exciting to watch for any further developments.
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Remember my post about the skiing “infantry” 10th Mountain Division in the Italian mountain campaigns during WWII? Well, the History channel picked up the ball and is producing a program about those specially trained troops and their involvement in that part of the war. I failed to copy the link but pictures of them and an article is on the NPR All Things Considered “Special Stories Battles on the Slopes “dated 21 September 2007 and on the History Channel as well.
It is a little known interesting story much like that of the Navajo Code Talkers.
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I am awaiting the release of The Glass Onion on Netflix a day or two before Christmas.
I am not interested in the publicity mess of the crybabies on Netflix and am sad at the spoiled younger marriage partner who is making $$$$$ bad mouthing the older women in his line after naming his daughter after both of them.
It may be mean spirited but I keep wondering who hired the photographer to always be there ready to capture the cuddly times and the tears?
Remember, a well trained actress can cry on cue.
I do remember someone saying something to the point that an actress is to bed but not to marry since she will always be her main and probably sole concern in anything she does.
I know I’m judging.
Oh well …
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Another show to watch for was the meteor show tuesday night near midnight before the nearly full moon comes up.
I remember spending meteor nights in the bed of the pickup truck out in the meadow at the farm with the grandchildren and my Aussie.
I enjoyed those nights but it was too cold here last night to go out.
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And a thought for the coming week ..
Only people who aren’t happy with themselves are mean to others.
So ‘til next week …