What you Missed

January 25, 2005

It's getting to be be time to write, but I just have not been able to bring myself to sit and put together the words and the images.

Well, then what about no images?

Perhaps I've gotten lazy, mixing images with text, but at least I can suggest that the latest photographic event got the muse back into gear.

Actually, the muse was not really out of gear, I've just had some obligations that demanded my time and attention. This afternoon I finshed up some of the paperwork, and now this evening life got somewhat back to the normal of the immediate, since I actually got some boxes packed up tonight.

Meanwhile, you can see a little bit of why I'm still sitting here in Michigan when Mrs is in the warmer southwest. Who goes out to look for houses in this?

Now mind you, in the grand scheme of things, our bit of snow that was slightly over a foot was nothing compared to the 28+ inches that fell in parts of New England this weekend.

But for us, it's a little on the normal side.

That hot tub cover was without any snow, just the evening before.

This is the kind of storm that forces one to go into the garage, then shovel a path to the garage, because otherwise, the garage door would never open.

But hey, once open, that's what they make snow blowers for, right?

Fortunately, this time around the stuff was fluffy and light, and was equal in weight to a wet 3 inch snow.

So when it was all said and done, instead of going into the office and working, I fired up the hot tub and slid into a nice pool of 106 degrees.

I've done a lot of thinking out there in the hot tub over the years, some of it really good, and then sometimes, one might think that all the wires got reversed.

I mean, just because I missed the kids, and the boy's hot tub antics like rolling around in the snow, does that make it a good idea to jump out and make a snow angel?

No wait...

The snow was fluffy, so you did it twice?

I had a bathing suit on? Doesn't that count for being clothed?

I do have to tell you, there really is something unique about race down to the powder, flopping around in it and jumping up to race back to the tub. Then when you jump in, the water burns at first, and then every pore of your body that was constricted because of the cold, now opens up to the heat...... and you really really know and feel, what is you and what is water.

You know what it is....

I'll tell you what it is.

It's all about the dance.

It is only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it were the only one we had.
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

Even if it is only 8 degrees.