Morning Blizzard

7:18

8:49

Well, it's now 8:00 and I have been up for an hour, watching fat snowflakes fall, the winds whistle, the yard filling with snow.  I can see just about to the water's edge, the lake a vast whiteness of falling snow. We probably have six inches so far with more forecast for tomorrow.  On a positive note, Shane our plow guy has cleared the road early. Now all I have to get out there and shovel or rather push the snow around.

Yesterday was mostly listening to the weather alerts about the coming lake effect snow.  It didn't start, however, until late in the evening so the day was fine for doing things.  I went to yoga at 10:00, a good class and a fun discussion of surfing because Jen, our teacher, surfs three or four times a week on Lake Erie off of a Presque Isle break.  She's an intrepid gal to be out there in the cold.  I skipped coffee but stopped at Sav A Lot to pick up some ground chuck for a meatloaf sometime this week.  Both of us were hankering for a good meatloaf and mashed potato and gravy dinner, perfect for a snowy evening. 

Lunch was heating up when I returned home, the leftover meatballs and spaghetti from Sunday.  Evie was dressed and ready to head out to her hairdresser, for a trim and hair coloring, then a quick run through Wegman's to pick up a few staples to prepare for the blizzard.  So I was home alone for a few hours.  I watched Laker/Pelican game during lunch, then to a great nap, one of those where you wake up wondering if it's the morning or afternoon.  It was afternoon.  I then returned to my book, Richard Powers The Overstory, a different kind of fiction for him, made up of a series of short stories, all revolving around the character's relationship to trees, the diminishing natural world, and its interconnectedness.

"A tree is a passage between earth and sky."

Evie was back around 3:30 and because we were close to finishing our series, Breaking Bad, we watched an episode before adjourning to the living room for some wine.  Around 6:00, Evie got busy in the kitchen, making the rice, tossing the salad, sauteeing the garlic spinach, and roasting the salmon filet which had been in a marinade much of the afternoon.  Dinner was great, interrupted and diminished, however, by a Trump press conference.  We are drawn to it like spectators at a car wreck. After our Trump fix, we got back to Breaking Bad, finishing the series.  We had forgotten how violent the last two episodes were, what a monster Walt ends up becoming.  It made us wonder if we had wasted 62 hours (that's two days and 14 hours) of our lives, watching all five seasons of the series over the past couple of weeks, sometimes three or four hours a day.