As any of you who are reading this blog recently may have noticed, I've been trying various formats and trying to figure out how I want things to look here. At the moment, I wish I would've left things as they were, but I was able to use a cool picture I took in the ice storm of '08. I tried using the photo as a background, but the file size was too big and I had to bail on that one. I've been playing around with trying to use the picture in other ways and I kind of like the way it looks now - but the overall look of the blog is...well, not quite the way I'd like it. With all the snow we've had lately, I thought it would be appropriate to use a picture that captures the beauty that Winter can have - although lately I'm struggling with finding beauty in Winter, believe me.
Never mind the things I spoke of in my last post about what would make Winter more tolerable for me, I'm beginning to cop the mindset that the only thing that's going to make me like it at all is moving to a warmer climate, so yes, I'm thinking about doing just that. I just did minimal driving and while I trust my own driving abilities in the white, ultra-fly Honda Civic, it's others and the fact that it's really nasty out there that bothers me. While it's a perfect day/night to settle in, well...no fire makes that suck a bit, and it makes me wish I could at least go skiing and find some enjoyment in this weather. Pat, where the hell are you when I need you? Don't tell me that you couldn't do with a trip over to Holiday Valley and a day of hitting the slopes like we used to do - has it really been 12 years? I'm afraid it has. Gadzooks.
I think back to when my oldest friend, Jeff and I used to shovel the walks at the apartment complex that his mother managed. We were teenagers and Jeff's mom had very clear instructions that certain walkways needed to be cleared perfectly as there were handicapped people living in the buildings. I just remember working like dogs with snow shovels, regular shovels and any other large tool with a decent handle on it to break up the ice. We got to where we were pretty good at it and whenever I shovel my walk now, I think back to those days. Back then we'd work up such an appetite - again, two teenage boys mind you, and spend the last hour that we were working talking about going to a buffet place and all the stuff we were going to pile on our plates.
These days I don't do buffets - no thanks, not interested. I don't care how impressive the spread is, I'll pay for what I want and I'm fine with not having seconds...or thirds...or fourths. There's nothing that interests me in a buffet these days and I doubt anything ever will again. For one thing, I don't have the appetite of a teenager any more - thankfully, and I'm much more concerned with the quality of the food I eat as opposed to the quantity. Now the quantity of snow...well that's another matter and I'd like to see a lot less of it. In 1982 I lived in San Diego and my mom was in Palm Springs. I drove there with a girl I was dating and I was thrilled when we drove through mountains and there was snow - we had to pull the car over so that I could make a snowball or two and throw them at a tree. That was cool, what's outside as I type this? I'm tired of it already and Winter is just starting. Sorry - I don't think I'm long for this kind of stuff. My grandparents used to spend Winters in Florida and they did it because my grandfather hated the cold weather. My grandmother used to tell him that they needed to stay in Ohio until after Thanksgiving, but as the years went on, I think they ended up going down earlier each year. I'm beginning to realize that my grandfather had the right idea! Brrrrrrr!!!!
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