Did you know that robins and bluejays like playing in the snow? Even when it’s turning into a giant slushy because of two days of rain on the heels of three days of snow. So does the little boy from the house across the way all decked out in bright yellow wellies with blue stars on them. (I’m certain he’ll grow up to be a wizard)
Today however, I can’t go out and play with any of them. My knees are acting up and the best I can do is gaze winsomely out my window. (where I took the pic from) You can’t see the birds because I think they’re bathing in the car tire canyons created by this morning’s exodus, and the boy scooted out of sight before I got the shot, but they’re all still out there, playing in the slush. Who in their right mind, even a robin or a bluejay, bathes in icewater, even for fun?
Days like today seem to belong to other realms or reality. Another house across the way has a plume of white smoke issuing from its chimney. The smoke gets caught up by a bit of a breeze that mixes it seamlessly with the dense mist that’s rolling in from the lake.
While I appreciate all this wintery imagery in spite of my banged up knees that keep me snug inside my little Widderhouse, my writerly tasks are nudging my elbow. Perhaps they’ve conspired with my knees to keep me here at my desk. So, back to it I go .. right after this …
It was great to see ‘Gravity’ collect so many Academy Awards last night. I am slightly peeved that Sandra Bullock didn’t win, but I haven’t seen any of the movies that the other nominees were in so it has to remain a little slightly irrational peeve.