The forecast is for a couple of inches of snow tonight. We'll believe that when we see it. Earlier this week, we heard we were gonna get anything from 4-17 inches, replete with snow emergency texts, phone calls and emails. End result? Barely a dusting. It's never happened that the forecasters predict less snow than we get. Actually, I feel a little conflicted. There's something fun about the quiet, the blanket-of-white visuals, and the prospects of cross country skiing, but then again, no snow also means no shoveling, no plows, less gravel in the lawn this spring.
It looks like New Jersey got snow, though. Facebook had a snow day luncheon for Peter and Johanna. And it looks like Peter got new glasses! Snow days might be one more casualty from Covid. Now, there are fewer snow days, as employers can just ask for virtual work hours. I'm not sure it works for schools though, as Margaret reminds us that Simon has had snow days while she and Andrew are expected to work from home. How does that work out? I think I know.
No snow in Rochester, as it seems like there are fewer lake-effect storms. How about this picture of Donald and his new instrument? Impressive.
And no snow in India, where Annie and Sankhar have started their post wedding trip at last. They headed to the state and region of Kerala and sent us some beautiful photos of the river near where they were staying. One river photo showed a group of elephants on their opposite banking.
It was birthday central here this week. Mary had conspired to get friends to send cards so I was inundated. It was fun. A few even wrote a letter! It's not every day you turn seven-O-aaagh!
It was also Valentine's Day yesterday, which unfortunately fell on the same day as Ash Wednesday, and the beginning of Lent. Since there was still a piece of birthday cake leftover, I unilaterally decided that birthdays trump Lenten fasting, but we both agreed that Valentines Day chocolates don't.
Big news up here. Our neighbor has moved, or is in the process of moving. This is the house that Mary grew up in, and has been in serious disrepair. The house is going on the market, and we fear he will be asking too much for it, above our budget. But we'll see. Anybody up for a painting party? Or a roofing party? Or a porch-ing party, window-party, mould-removal party, foundation-party, etc?
Both Andrews are in the news, at least the weekly letter news. Illinois Andrew continues his slow healing, definitely not fast enough. He hopes that things will improve by the end of the month. Maybe that's what the groundhog was predicting? Washington Andrew started a new job, with the Congressional Affairs office of the FDA. Good luck to you both.
A couple of movie recommendations. First, an old one. "Hector and the Search for Happiness" (fun) and "Poor Things" (odd, but it grew on me once I figured out what was going on.) We saw the first one in Maine, where there was a couple of feet of snow on the ground, so we could legitimately put on our snowshoes. Not here, though, as our North Carolina friends came up to get in some cross-country skiing, but no luck, for the second year in a row.
I'm listening to my opera class as I write, and this week they're doing Il Trovatore. The female protagonist is named Leonor. Actually, Leonora, but I keep hearing Leonor. Who, by the way, had a serious case of strep throat recently. Hope all is better. Joe says that Thomas is almost back to full use of his arm, which he broke in October.
How could I not mention Super Bowl Sunday, which has taken over from Christmas and Thanksgiving as our national holiday? We actually stayed up to watch the whole thing, praying that there wouldn't be a second overtime. It was nice to watch when you don't care. But I did have a question. Why did people hate Tom Brady, and none of that is directed at Patrick Mahomes? Today's mystery. I think I know; he's redirected that hate as skillfully as he redirects his passes, this time to Taylor Swift.
Anyway, hope everyone is healthy and happy …. And warm.
Love from up here.
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