Holding

So I'm on the phone calling the internet airplane ticket facilitator with which I set up tickets for two. Turns out the first leg has us on two separate planes. How do you spell Pacobell? The telephone hold music is okay. It doesn't really decrease my patience too dramatically. This will all work out, right.....

Okay, I spoke briefly with a human but now I'm listening to the same Pacobell loop again.

What else?

I've been skiing, mostly downhill with a bit of Cross country thrown in. I did get pulled up and then lowered down along the trail to Mount Willard by my favorite snowshoer just this past Monday. And yes, the trails are much easier with a foot or two of snow smoothing things out over the rocks.

I broke a ski. Well, I broke a downhill ski and also a cross country ski. The latter happened slipping off a trail in Idaho a month ago. The former happened not quite a week ago overshooting and drastically underrotating in a terrain park at Attitash here in New Hampshire.

What else? I've seen snow melt. I've seen snow fall and I've seen snow pile up and I've seen snow go from being twenty inches deep to to twelve inches deep to six inches deep and back to eighteen inches deep.

It is kinda meaningless and inane sounding but snow sinking down is pretty neat. One really beautiful part is the snow falling off the trees the day after the snow fall. It was warm and so snow melted some and fell from the trees to the ground. By the second day after the snow fall, the once soft and mostly featureless whitenss was a bit like what we imagine the moon to be like- all full of craters and holes from stuff falling from the cosmos into the ancient dust. Then more days pass and the snow fall is older and older and then finally I go out onto the porch and look out at thye snow and there are very many white round objects sittin on the surface where recently there were holes. These are the blobs of snow that fell from the pine branches. The snow around the where they buried themselves has now melted or settled or sublimated or in whet ever way gone away and left these once cloud-bound and then tree-bound and finally below-the surface-of-the-snow-bound objects exposed.

Burt then they melted. And now there is another foot of snow above here thet had sat.

Pacobell????? I'm hanging up.