Sunday, February 12, 2006
A Snowy Sunday morning
This blog is mostly an experiment - I only promise this posting. If it is received well, more will come. I'm not claiming to have some sort of wisdom or a life worthy of detailing in HTML format, but I hope maybe my readers will be a bit amused and potential enlightened by my postings.
With my wife out of town on a women's retreat, my plan for this morning was to go into church early and learn the business of working sound for the worship service. However, it was clear that the plans had to change when I awoke to see the snow still blowing and listened to the message at the church announcing services for today were canceled.
So, instead I put the shovel to pavement digging
out one of our cars and digging a space for my wife's eventual return. Shoveling is necessary activity when you would expect people to be grumpy. However, I've found it's the best time to meet and converse with neighbors. We see each other so little and this is a prolonged time together. I helped one neighbor shovel out the walkway for our 80 year old neighbor.
After the snow was clear, I decided to experience our neighborhood which had been transformed into a winter wonderland. A large flock of geese blanketed the lake, and their honking produced a loud cacophony that eventually ebbed into a din. A middle-aged man pulled his young daughter along on a
sled, and another man on cross-country skis told me I should get a pair as it was a lot less work. Folks let their dogs romp through the snow - even disregarding the signs clearly forbidding pets on the tennis courts.
I ventured down over the creek and could not help but notice how much the lamppost there resembled the scene from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe where Lucy first discovers Narnia and encounters Mr. Tumnus.
I followed the creek a while and crossed into the Raytheon parking lot. Not wanting to interfere with the plowman's work of clearing the expansive lot, I decided turn around and head home, having traveled only halfway around the lake. As I headed back across the parking lot I was startled by a mini-van carrying four middle-aged adults doing donuts in the unplowed section of the lot.
The past couple of winters in DC have been relatively mild and not much snow has fallen. I am often thankful for that as I think about the adverse affects it has on my commute, the shoveling, and the disruption to normal life it brings. But there is a place in my heart that loves to look out upon the white landscape.
With my wife out of town on a women's retreat, my plan for this morning was to go into church early and learn the business of working sound for the worship service. However, it was clear that the plans had to change when I awoke to see the snow still blowing and listened to the message at the church announcing services for today were canceled.
So, instead I put the shovel to pavement digging
out one of our cars and digging a space for my wife's eventual return. Shoveling is necessary activity when you would expect people to be grumpy. However, I've found it's the best time to meet and converse with neighbors. We see each other so little and this is a prolonged time together. I helped one neighbor shovel out the walkway for our 80 year old neighbor.After the snow was clear, I decided to experience our neighborhood which had been transformed into a winter wonderland. A large flock of geese blanketed the lake, and their honking produced a loud cacophony that eventually ebbed into a din. A middle-aged man pulled his young daughter along on a
sled, and another man on cross-country skis told me I should get a pair as it was a lot less work. Folks let their dogs romp through the snow - even disregarding the signs clearly forbidding pets on the tennis courts.I ventured down over the creek and could not help but notice how much the lamppost there resembled the scene from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe where Lucy first discovers Narnia and encounters Mr. Tumnus.
I followed the creek a while and crossed into the Raytheon parking lot. Not wanting to interfere with the plowman's work of clearing the expansive lot, I decided turn around and head home, having traveled only halfway around the lake. As I headed back across the parking lot I was startled by a mini-van carrying four middle-aged adults doing donuts in the unplowed section of the lot.
The past couple of winters in DC have been relatively mild and not much snow has fallen. I am often thankful for that as I think about the adverse affects it has on my commute, the shoveling, and the disruption to normal life it brings. But there is a place in my heart that loves to look out upon the white landscape.
# posted by Martin @ 8:36 AM 
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