Winter is my favorite season. I like the other seasons, too, but there’s just something about winter—the silence, the clarity of the air, the darkness, the transformative powers of snow, the way that people come together (as you mentioned). I’m even coming to terms with the grey days and the constant drizzle of rain.
I hope you get to go skiing. My grandfather started when he was 78 (after a long hiatus) and continued doing it for about ten years until the condition of his ears made it impossible for him to balance on the slopes.
oh gosh, my ears are getting pretty bad too! I'm more worried about my knees though. I'll have to make sure I don't get too cocky out there, trying to show off for all the younguns.
Good to hear about your father though. 78?! To 88?!!!! I thought I was old, getting back to it at my age of 68. So I've got 20 more years on the slopes.
I forgot to ask you about the earthquake. When it happened, you were mid-week in your posting, and then said nothing about it (that I saw) until you mentioned cracks in a playground recently. So you were not terribly affected?
In my neighborhood, there wasn’t any real damage, but a few miles from my house, probably less than five, there were a lot of sink holes, damaged roads and sidewalks, slightly tilted houses, etc.
My daughter’s dance school is in an area that was affected pretty badly, but the dance school itself is fine (supposedly😬).
That said, the damage where I am was nothing compared to the area that took the brunt of the earthquake’s force. On the news, they said that the land there rose 4 meters, so a little more than twelve feet. That’s in a matter of two or three minutes. Pretty incredible to think about.