We’re in for one more muggy, uncomfortable day in the 90s today. So I’m going to think of all the snow and ice and Winter that I normally hate so much instead. Let’s hope it works.
If I had to rank the months of the year in order of my personal preference, January would be at or near the bottom. Winter will do that, I’m afraid. So after today, January goes away for a good long time. If all goes well it will come back again, for me and everyone readingContinue reading “January goes away”
Today my family and I drove to my parents’ house for thanksgiving dinner. There was snow on the ground and food on the table, and everyone I’m related to by blood was there (parents, siblings, children, nephews). There was certainly much to be thankful for.
It snowed–again–two nights ago, and the results were visually striking. But the melting has commenced, and this winter is in its final days. I shan’t miss it when it’s gone, either. This was a rough one, but referring to it in the past tense feels really good.
Sometimes a little scrap of paper is all you need to get creative. Instead of taking the Lipton tea bag out of its envelope, I leave it attached and see what comes to mind. We’re waiting for the snow to arrive as I type this out, 12 hours after I wrote this little throwaway haiku.Continue reading “More tea and poetry”
This winter has been unlike any that I’ve seen before. The cold seems colder, the snow seems deeper, and the winds seem to whip everything up with more gusto than usual. A conversation with a baseball-loving colleague earlier this week produced what I’m going to call the Wilker Rule. It’s an inverse relationship between theContinue reading “Light at the end of Winter’s tunnel”
I’ve been drinking tea lately, as I wean myself off of a long-term coffee habit. And when I drink tea at work, I undo the tea envelope so as to leave the paper intact. And today, I took the white space and the baseball on my coffee-turned-tea mug as a form of inspiration. I reallyContinue reading “A teabag wrapper haiku”
The dirty secret about the practice of dibs–which is saving a parking spot on the street by putting chairs in the space during the wintertime–is that once somebody saves a spot for themselves, they have no incentive to clear it out. Once it’s theirs, it’s theirs. Or so the thinking goes, anyway. Today the sunContinue reading “Clearing out some space”
With snow falling in many places around the country, and even in places that don’t get too much snow, I feel compelled to remind anyone and everyone of one simple truism that I’ve learned from decades of living in snowy Chicago: Help each other out. No matter who you are or what you drive, you’reContinue reading “You give a push, and you get a push”
Since this winter has been dragging on and on, the news that Spring training is almost here is a welcome reminder of warmer days to come. I’ve written about Beyond the Vines before, and in a way it reminds me of something, too. Nestled among the graves at the Bohemian National cemetery on Chicago’s NorthContinue reading “Spring training and life itself”
Whenever a big snowfall happens in Chicago, the parking spaces along the curb get overrun with snow. If you walk down almost any block in the city when this happens, you’ll see parking spots being “saved” by an assortment of chairs, crates, traffic cones, children’s toys, and anything else that happens to be available. TheContinue reading “Calling Dibs”
Most of the luminarias that we put out on Christmas eve burned out, but this one–and a few others–made it to the dawn of Christmas day. There was something about the serenity of it that demanded a picture and a few words here. It’s a sign of something good, I hope. The end of 2013Continue reading “The luminarias burned through the night”
After driving through freezing rain in Missouri and Oklahoma, and then crossing the Texas panhandle and the desert terrain in New Mexico, I get to spend the holiday in a moderately warm clime. It’s below zero back home in Chicago, so I’m grateful to be in a place that’s snowy but not bitterly cold. TheContinue reading “Well it’s Christmas eve”
It’s not the holidays without snow. As much as I complain about shoveling, I need to have snow to feel the season. Yesterday’s snow should carry me through these last few days of December, barring an unforeseen warmup. Now I can hear “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” and really get into it.
Yesterday was the first snowfall of the year, or at least for this winter. Last winter’s snow pattern was very strange, with a dusting on Christmas day, and then none until early February. We obviously won’t be getting that again this year. I also saw some snow in the Smoky Mountains on Spring break, soContinue reading “And the snow comes back”
When you’re in a climate-controlled cabin in the Smoky Mountains, and this is the view out of the window, there’s not too much to complain about. Even if it is supposed to be Spring Break. Winter came late this year, is all. And next week we’ll have baseball. Can’t beat that.
This is the view from my rented cabin in the Smoky Mountains. In this topsy-turvy world, it seems only fitting to get many inches of snow (with no end in sight) on Spring Break. The adventure continues.
I look out of the hotel window this morning and see this. Damn you, Virgil! Hopefully I’ll get to see something resembling Spring this week. It won’t be today, though.
There’s so much natural beauty around today, but this scene made me pull off the road and capture it. Even a non-religious type like me can appreciate a church in the snow. It’s very serene and very peaceful.
It snowed in many places last night. It seems as if Winter is determined to assert itself one last time (I hope) before Spring rolls around. And pitchers and catchers are reporting to Spring Training next week. Nothing chases Winter away quite like that. This too shall pass, and the sooner, the better.
I complain about things sometimes. We all do. But going to cemetery can help to bring some perspective to life’s troubles. I’ve written about Beyond the Vines before, a Cubs-themed burial spot in a cemetery in Chicago. Spring training will never come again for the people whose names are on this wall, which makes theContinue reading “Waiting for Spring while I still can”
Yesterday was the first chance to do some sledding in Chicago this winter. When it doesn’t snow, you can’t go sledding. It’s just that simple. So when a light coating of snow fell, my little one and I made the most of it. It was a lot of fun, and the light snow, and theContinue reading “Take what you can get”
Hope it was a nice Christmas for everyone, regardless of whether there was snow on the ground or not.
May it melt away in a day or two.