snow day

It's not often we get snowy weather in Texas. Generally, if we get any kind of icy precipitation at all, it'll usually be sleet. Today was a little different, though. Today it started snowing not long after midnight and it didn't slow down for most of the day. Snow is heaped up in our yards like great white heaps of cotton candy. Pretty as a picture it is, too. Like a lot of things, snow is like relatives coming to visit. Glad to see them come and glad to see them go. The weather prognosticators have opined that tomorrow our temperatures will top out around forty. Unfortunately, they are also promising us that the sun will be shy tomorrow and hide its warming face behind the clouds. That's too bad. If the overcoat were to come out, it'd put to flight the thick white pillowy sheets laid down today.  Winter has been an adventure this year. I wish for spring.

Grey Day

The winter weather, for us, this winter, has been decidedly wintery. Today wasn't any different. A dense gray pall of clouds obscuring the sun, causing the brightness of late afternoon to be little different than the brightness of dawn. A creature of habit, I was want to follow my usual Sunday routine of going to the library. The central library, opened on Sunday, has a large bank of internet connected computers for those who have no access to a computer at home. There's a small busload of people surfing the net and half as much waiting for their turn for the computers.
I don't put my nose in the air at people who occupy a different class than myself. Both high or low, I think to myself; there but for the grace of God, go I.

Mario Lanza

Died of a heart attack at thirty eight years of age. On his Wiki page, Hedda Hopper is quoted, saying, "his smile, which was as big as his voice, was matched with the habits of a tiger cub, impossible to housebreak."
Enjoy this you tube mash-up of Mario Lanza singing, Sweet Mystery of Life and Mel Brooks', Young Frankenstein. Wonderful.

sunset

I consider my future, or at least, I hope it's my future. What is the axiom? If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans. So with a nod to God, the Great Maker, I consider my future. In this future, I can picture myself with a trailer resting on a pad in Brownsville, Tx or some other city located coastally. I find myself sitting beneath the sparse shade provided by a palm tree of some sort, preparing a rod and reel for some coastal fishing, where for lunch, I'll be fishing for some red snapper.
It's a day sunny, breezy and generous with time.
A breeze blows through my thoughts and the dream dematerializes, where a new one forms, behind the busy shutters of my mind.

Hush of a river, roar of a crowd

Took a night time ride on my bicycle last night, along the Trinity Trail. The trail is undergoing some improvements(?) as it crosses under the University St bridge. So, in order to hop on the trail it's necessary to get on at Rogers Rd. According to google maps its 1842 Rogers Rd.

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The image here is misleading though. It looks like that, certainly, but they've thrown up some new condos along Rogers, north of the entrance you're looking at now. Currently there's a sign there in the shape of a stop sign saying: "stop look and lease." Something like that, you get the idea. To conclude and get to the point; TCU was having it's game against Utah last night and there was a record crowd of spectators on hand at the Amon Carter Stadium to see the game. As I rode along the dark, deserted and spooky trail, inhabited by no one but one hobo, the roar of the crowd competed with the sound of the Trinity River. I've never gone to professional sporting events, preferring rather the comforts of home. But the sound of the mob was exhilarating in a thumbs up/down, sort of way. Speeding along the trail at night, the cool wind rushing over me, the river silver, up and running, providing for me, its own rush of exhilaration.

a twilight gloaming

This will be insufficient, I know that and I'm admitting it right up front. Like most people, I was exceedingly glad when Friday evening arrived. Saturday is, for me, a day of rest. I did get out and ride the Trinity trails some but I had my buddy with me so I didn't get to ride as much as I wanted to. My buddy is a three hundred pound bruiser. A middle linebacker. It wasn't long before he'd gone as far as he wanted to go, so we ended up looping back to the starting point. Still, I was bone tired. Sunday was a beautiful day. Moderate temperatures with the sun tipping into the southern skies for winter.  For us, in the northern hemisphere, the sun is no longer baking us. The same sun though, that we're enjoying now, is over the southern hemisphere with an unblinking, merciless daytime heat.
Heading home from the library two young people, a young man and a young woman, on fixies, wheeled by. Gotta savor the moments. Now, is all we have, really.

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Friday approaches. I feel like Fred Flintstone sliding down the back of a brontosaurus and exclaiming yabba dabba doo!