Happy birthday to my littlest grandboy S, turning 3 today. A cheerful heart and a burst of optimistic energy, he’s a light shining through the ominous gloom of the next four years. Obama is the only President he and his big brother D have ever known, so from their point of view a President is a smart black man with a great loving family. Hold onto that thought, kiddo– we’ll do all we can to get you back there.
The snow is still with us, although starting to melt into itself. And I’m working away deep in project-land, nearly oblivious. I force myself out of my head and into the cold to walk to the nearby drugstore just before dark, and returning see one of the kids on my street determinedly building a snowman bigger than herself, racing the rising temperatures, quite certainly knowing her victory is pyrrhic.
And the snowfall comes overnight, piling up, more than expected, lasting longer than expected. We finally decide to call off rehearsal tomorrow morning, too much shoveling to get everyone here on time, and who knows if the parking ban will be lifted. P & I light a fire and settle in for a long winter’s night.