Heavy snow took down the internet, which came back up just now . . . will the power lines go down ? . . . the snow is still falling . . . fingers crossed . . . beautiful to look at though, and the two grandkids will go sledding . . .
I hear from a friend in Berlin that the sun is out there . . . and so are the sun worshippers . . . plenty of ambulance sirens too . . . no sun here, much less worshippers . . . as to sirens, I haven’t heard one in four weeks . . . glad of that . . . even in normal times they were a regular sound track back in the city . . .
Wife and I are doing fine . . . putting in daily walks that come to three or so miles on the iPhone pedometer . . . up and down hills at a brisk pace . . . as brisk as I can make it . . . the countryside changes from steep woods to rolling hayfields . . . nice to see all that . . . and smell it . . . damn cold out . . . so no lyme’s disease ticks yet . . . and I’m down to my college weight . . . have taken off 10 pounds since getting here . . .
Just started reading The Lost Girl by D.H. Lawrence . . . never really went for him . . . but this thing swings . . . zipped thru the first chapter of 25 pp like I was surfing . . . now 50 pages in . . . apparently he wrote it to be commercial . . . maybe that’s why it zips . . . takes a sociological view of the setting (Nottinghamshire and environs) and portrays the characters in a tone that’s both ironic— he has a scathing eye—and detail-rich, fleshed out so you feel he knows inside out what he’s talking about . . . hope the thing keeps up its promise . . . so far am v. impressed.
