Catching Up and More Skiing

A grain drill (thanks Ed) waiting for a Spring that will never come.

It was a hectic weekend, my second in a row. I can’t wait to get out of here for a week later this month—heading down south to check on my mother and to relax. Right now I’m fighting a head cold while trying to get everything done so that I can take off.





The snow picked up later in the afternoon.

I did get to spend a couple hours out cross country skiing on Friday. I didn’t get out until late in the day because my daughter was home ill. I went by myself, the temperatures had moderated (it was about 20 degrees F), but the wind was blowing and in many places I had to break trail. I saw the remains of a squirrel done in by either a coyote or a bobcat, not much left, just some blood stains on the snow, a few bones, and pieces of fur strung along the trail. I decided not to take a picture; it seemed sacrilegious to have done so. Yet it reminded me, as I skied alone, that life can be challenging.

I did reread a short book on Friday. I won’t write a full review, but I highly recommend Nicholas Wolterstorff’s Lament for a Son. Woltertorff, a professor of Philosophical Theology at Yale Divinity School, lost his 25 year old son to a climbing accident in Europe. It’s a touching, yet honest and somewhat anguish book expressing his grief.

The sun's reflection, as it drops lower behind gray steely clouds, as seen on an open body of water.

I’ll write more later; I’m working on some other stories from my past that I hope to post soon. I’ve also order a slide copier for my digital camera and can’t wait for it to come so that I can transfer some of my better slides (I’ve got 20+ years of them) and share the photos here in my blog as well as using them in presentations.