the more it snows (tiddly-pom)

[jazzfish]

I didn't really expect it to snow again this week, but I'll take it. The flakes started coming down sometime very early this morning. The little courtyard outside was covered by the time I went swimming before sunup, not that that's any great achievement when the sun doesn't come up until after eight AM.

I took an extra-long lunch to go wander around in the snow. It was still falling in big fat drifty flakes for the whole time I was out there. This made for a very picturesque walk, during which I couldn't see much on account of having my glasses covered in big fat wet snowflakes.

This was a good snow. Snowpocalypse dumped a lot more snow, but that was all powdery stuff, no good for anything. This was nice and packable, and if I'd had company I would have considered turning Cardero Park into a Calvinesque sculpture garden. Some things just aren't as much fun when you're by yourself. Also, the one snowball I rolled up in Cardero Park picked up the snow too well, and also the dead leaves and mud. Brownish snowmen are just unpleasant.

So I went for a ramble around Lost Lagoon instead.

... and I seem to be incapable of talking about it. There was snow on evergreens, cold and crunchy underfoot and wet and drifty overhead. A number of ducks and other waterfowl were sulking in the lagoon (including an elegant pair of hooded mergansers, and one extremely disgruntled blue heron). I don't think I stopped grinning for at least half an hour. It felt so good to be out, to see snow, to be wrapped up in my nice wool coat and my fuzzy-inside boots and my hat and to feel the cold as something outside of me. I think this snow is the first thing I've been genuinely excited and happy about in a long time.

And then I had a pancake the size of my head for lunch, and came home and had tea.

Sadly, my fuzzy-inside boots from 2005, while still admirably performing their primary function of keeping my feet warm, are beginning to fail in their secondary function of keeping my feet protected from the elements. Specifically, the rubber sole of the left one has started to disintegrate, and now lets water in. Last winter I spent a day taking them all over Vancouver in hope of finding a cobbler who could repair them, and everyone looked at them and shrugged. Oh well. They work well enough for this winter. Eight years is a pretty good run for boots, too, and I'll replace them next November when I'm in Tysons again.

Comments

[shanaqui]

And then I had a pancake the size of my head for lunch

...Mmmm pancakes.

[blairmacg.livejournal.com]

:) That was lovely. Thank you for reminding me how pretty snow--and the experience of it snowing--can be.

Bummer on the boots. I hope you find a comparable pair to replace them!

[merseine.livejournal.com]

I have a close connection with tiddly-poms, especially recently. I'm glad someone else understands a bear with very little brain.

[culfinriel.livejournal.com]

It must be beautiful there with proper snow :)

[vvalkyri.livejournal.com]

There's shoe-goo...