Win a little, lose a little. We gain two inches of snow, but a light warming trend (just a step above freezing) means we lose some snow too. I'd call this an undecided, unsettled kind of day. Ask the cheepers!
Breakfast is good, peaceful, lovely in fact...
Then I thought I might as well go out on the roof again and shovel away those two extra snow inches. I know, I wasn't going to do that any more (so slippery!), but the idea of more light in the kitchen is so appealing...
Then and only then do I sit down to write. And as I work through some paragraphs, I think about some of the people who crop up in them. People who, by now, have completely exited from my life. Wouldn't it be totally weird (or maybe interesting!) if I sent them a note?
It seems to me that we have our good friends and our grand family members and these are all so beloved and fine, but then there are people who have passed through your life and for a brief moment they really had a huge impact, before moving on into the sunset. I should think most would not know that you once cared, and maybe some might not even remember you and yet you hold them in such high regard...
But why bother contacting them many decades later? Cindy Hellerstein whom I knew for two months, at age 8, Danuta Lipicka when I was 13 -- long ago episodes of brief intense friendship. Shouldn't they now be left alone?
I vote yes. No need to take them away from their childhood wonderfulness. Let them remain the stars that they once were.
Late afternoon ski run, in our local park. Slick, a little wet, empty.
Chili for supper. I'm still using last season's tomatoes! 2019, plucked in the year of great innocence! Weren't we all so much younger then?!
With love...
