Tuesday, December 19, 2006

It's Snowing!

Pretty steadily, as a matter of fact, and it's sticking.

I live in a mobile home. Nah. That's too grand a name for my tiny digs. I live in a trailer that has a built-on addition. It's still only about 740 square feet. Since it's basically a tin can, I can hear from the noise on the roof whenever weather happens. When it began to happen, I said to myself, "No-o-o-o-o-o! I haven't taken out my trash yet!" So I took it to the nearest trash bin, five trailers away, and my footprints were almost covered by the time I got back to my house.

The snow is falling in little cone-shaped blobs. They almost look like tiny hail balls, but they aren't icy. There's an acculumation of about a quarter-inch out there now. I went outside onto my deck and propped up the rain gauge I bought last summer and haven't nailed up yet, leaning it against the back of a chair. I don't know if it's collecting any snow, but we'll see what happens.

The fall of snow reminds me of when I went to college in Flagstaff a lifetime ago. Those were days of prime winter weather, laughter, and song. I was a music perfomance major and hung out with the singers and musical theatre crowd. Some of my memories of that time include almost getting clipped by a train because I was running to get to the movies on time; performing in two operas and a musical; playing viola in the orchestra; making out with a hunky pianist in a practice room; and funking out of PE 'cause I couldn't manage to learn how to swim. Also, sitting on the football field bleachers with a guy in the moonlight; getting on the wrong side of the divided highway due to a blizzard (I wasn't driving! We also were the only ones on the road, due to the blizzard.); singing with the Shrines of the Ages Choir at the Grand Canyon; riding a ferris wheel for the first time when the choir sang at the Arizona State Fair; and working in food services for my meal ticket. I'll never forget our hirsute manager picking up the spaghetti...never mind. You don't want to know.

Now the snow is falling in fluffy flakes, some big, some little. The scene is peaceful, serene. I love it!


  1. Katt
    Snow and a hunky pianist. Way to go Marsha!

    Yikes, just yikes mom!

    We now have a blog. Heh heh...

  2. Hey! I was a person before I was Mom. And the definition of "making out" in those days was so tame you'd never believe me. All we were doing was kissing.

    I wonder whatever happened to good ol' George? He was a marvelous pianist--almost good enough by then to be a concert pianist. He inspired me to learn a particular piece. I was working on the second movement--and then we broke up, and I never learned the rest of it.

  3. Mum, You go girl! Life experiences are great memories we all need to remember from time to time. They make us into the person we are now. Pretty awesome if you ask me.


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