It's Sunday evening and sure enough there's email from Babs Young. This time she writes from Boyne City on, as she says, "this beautiful sunny Sunday in January in Northern Michigan."
You’d be surprised how much is going on around here under the snowpiles. When I went over to see Wendi Wooten about the photos of Egypt, Terry was there too. We talked a bit about the book he’s working on, and he lent me his copy of Glenn Neumann’s memoir, Penny Pencils. Then he showed […]
There was this icicle, you see, that had been frosted with blowing snow the night before, and it reminded me of nothing so much as Marolyn Hendershott's gingersnaps dipped in white chocolate. You see how I am.
I did shovel and scrape, really I did. Fat lot of good it did me. Mama Nature should be called for piling on. Eventually I ran out of steam and made a Note to Self: Call Tom Morrison. That was a couple of days ago.
If this post had a soundtrack it would be "I don't know why/I love you like I do/I don't know why, I just doooooo . . . "
I know that all you snowbirds roosting in Florida and Alabama and Mexico want to see how winter is going up here. This is your lucky day. The weekend inspired a flurry of emails from the photographers in the neighborhood. Katherine wrote: brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! It’s cold. With a high of 16 today, and it’s already 15.6, I […]
January 31, 2011
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