Snofull

 

A grand pack floating in rolling zoom.

There is Hardly room for more.

Still blowing in

Upon thick piles 

Crowded over.

We need to holdout a few days.

The weather is turning soon.

We can make it.

Color changed

 

Peaks alive color strong 

Good morning friend, how are you.

Seems you’re riding well today 

I’m just a tree away

Sorting as we g o .!

Who’s counting?

Shirts and skins, 

there’s no hair like the buffalo.

Break in the cycle

 

Cold but less so

This tues has gone easier than days before 

We’ll take the pause

Our winter can slacken anytime it wants 

The sun is warming, no doubt 

The middle of the week brings change

Heavy Sun and deep shadows are welcome 

Write this day down 

So you probably noticed thatTuesday isn’t exactly the week’s middle .

 But exactomundo is a more or less.

You can tell how it is presented 

With a feeling of spaciousness around.

Circling as it comes in for a landing 

You can count them on one hand

 

Five is all the degrees

This slow start morning.

White blanket Covers frozen land

Pennants in the field flutter

Takes the breath away

Tree branch

 

Reaching lower 

Far out this morn

In the cold  so forlorn..

Stiff temperatures not bending 

Go easy, message sending.

Go easy today.

It will be better.

Finish winter then spring will come on.

We’ll find our way.

Figuring Fahrenheit in the teens

 

Barely,  barely bearable in the teens

Living outdoors offers you little protection from the cold.

A few, maybe four days coming up

They’ll do what they can

Hide where it’s bearable.

They know what is around.

They will do what is necessary 

We’ll help them hide from the weather 

Colding off

 

Days gathered in a pile

A heap of frigid mounting 

Stiff and Snow White stacked

 Bunnies can walk over to nibble sticks 

They will dodge the temperature drop a few days

Then the break will mean less lower mercury 

And what could be a start toward spring.

heart operation

 

Giacomo will have an operation on his heart.

they know what they're doing .

i hope it goes quickly

and is easy on Giacomo.

i want it to go quicker and easier than anyone forecasts.

this is major.

he is so important to so many.

the leader of family and friends is down.

finding the heart of the matter

 

for some reason the rain has stopped.

it is still grey, but absolutely quiet.  no tap,tap, dripping or pounding.

the house doesn't shake.  and there is no traffic; that's normal.

 no running away from anything.

they said we'd have a lot of snow when we woke.

i get to believing the weather folk.

we have to take forecasts skeptically, cautiously.

step by step we fill th day.

i'm reading and writing here.

filling the day.

 

 

like we all do.

Total eclipse of the heart

 

Every now and then

Turn around bright eyes.

April it will be here.

Song by Bonnie Tyler

A piece of chocolate

 

This straightening afternoon of no rain 

Gives the opportunity to take a nap.

Or would you rather be a mule?

That’s a song from the 1950s.

Moving around, thinking of Rome.

Having a good time.

Finding a legal parking space. it’s not too late.

How’s a nap??

Crunched into morning

 

Meri made coffee and said she slept poorly again

The usual for her, I was sleeping 

Black is the outside I see from here.

Football games including Cleveland for today.

can we find a few lines of joy this day.

something to say hi and fine are you.

balance the news and weather

put on my heavt coat and hat and gloves.

Out breakfasting

 

To the neighbors to eat

And speak of Rome.

Seems within our ability.

We will car over, they live a house away.

Linda and Harold.

He plays the giant organ, I saw him do that.

She was mayor when we moved here.

Meridith is the excellent gardener.

They have seen her out working 

I take up space here.

This Saturday appears grey.

Starting slowly 

They have seen me push my walker on the driveway 

I am sure 

Then I voiced the first American commercial ever to win

Top prize at Cannes France international festival 

I’m sure they never heard about that.

Edward G.

 

Twice I crossed paths with actor Edward G. Robinson. Not much, just a little, but both times it was a somewhat particular experience. The first time happened in a department store in Columbus Ohio in the mid 1960s. He was in the city to perform in a play. I remember I’d happened to see something about that in the newspaper.

On an off shopping day, like a Tuesday or maybe a Thursday, There was something I had to pick up at the department store and just left the second floor riding down on the escalator, when I noticed across on the escalator on the other side, coming up toward me was Edward G. Robinson.

The store was nearly empty whatever hour it was. We were riding along, albeit in opposite directions, as we came closer. It took only a second and I’m sure the recognition began to show on my face as we stared at each other. No doubt he was used to the reaction, a questioning look that turns into a smile of recognition. He smiled back as we crossed and continued our separate ways. I was delighted by that chance encounter.

A few years later, and two thousand miles away I was at Los Angeles International Airport, again alone on an escalator, when I glanced across and there, on the opposite escalator, also alone, heading my way was Edward G. Robinson. Again few people were anywhere near.

I had turned a half second before him this time and the benefit of that split second was time enough for recognition. I knew who he was as he turned his head toward me, and was already staring at him.

In that instant he saw me I had it in my mind that he recognized me from our previous trip on an escalator together because that first time we were quite alone in the store and looked at each other quite hard.

As we passed each other this time he turned his head back and kept eye contact a bit longer than was necessary, with a questioning look on his face, as if trying to remember where he had seen me. This time he was riding down and I was heading up. I smiled and nodded in passing. It was a goodbye to him.

I wanted to turn and tell some one, anyone who would listen, what had happened. But what could I blurt out to a total stranger in ten seconds that would tell the story, how it was, how I felt about the unlikely strangeness. Nothing. I had to digest the event alone and keep going. Let Edward G. Robinson figure it out and smile at the incongruity.

Be better than you were a week ago

 

Concentrate easy like ,,, a pace you can take.

 a little thinking effort can help you develop.

work it out.

On the ground when I woke

 

first dash of white this season.

seems time for it  i reason.

first trace.

and this space is  a complete cover.

admonish the wait

brush off the plate.

present our mild winter with a ribbon

now we can remember 

this time of year

properly 

now it seems right, how it ought'a be.

Here’s thee three

 

Running right up the boulevard 

Fashionably consistent 

Until I forgot where I was going.

Now my age is showing 

Tues the second of January

 

Will hold steady although it’s not easy.

First the weather is off the normal path.

No snow and not cold enough for the first week of January.

Some good is New our wild rabbit is back.

We were gone a month and she stayed home.

Traffic is: one car passes every fifteen minutes.

sound without light

 

Sunday has begun

without the sun.

darkness underway,

nowhere  seen to play 

The year flips

 

Calmly beaming into tomorrow 

Where it should go, you know.

Full picture showy bright 

Hold four head up right 

 We have you in sight.

Turn out the light

And sleep tight