It seems as though it has passed too quickly, Lindsay's visit to her father and grandmother this pre-Thanksgiving, and as the rain, early snow/sleet falls outside on this chilly, miserable day, the busiest of the year for traffic and travel, we get ready to drive to Philly Airport, a good 3 hours before my daughter's departure time for her Delta flight to Atlanta, 7:20 p.m.
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
3 March 2014: Monday ... another snowfall ... shoveling and Dancer set free (yikes!) to wonder and come home, thankfully, having nosed the snow ...
Got over 40 likes for this photo on my FB page ... my comment dealt with
the fact that shoveling snow was more effective than nosing snow.
Monday, March 3, 2014
3 March 2014: Monday ... the snow has stopped after about 6" or so since early this morning ... Steve and his bassets Kirby & Harriet just plowed past goin' up Nicholby ... Dancer is sacked out in the TV room floor ...
She was leash-less today and although it brought me
pause, she returned without incident and really enjoyed
herself in the 6-8 inch snow fall today.
Addendum (4/4/14): Thought of Steve and Annie and their bassets, Kirby and Harriet, during our walk tonight, a slightly chill evening that prompted a jacket and no more and a walk of just under 2 and 1/2 miles, as I took Dancer along Milltown Park's creek. I wonder and hope that Annie has recovered from her knee injury that prompted solo walks with basset duo by Steve.Addendum (3/23/15): The hermit emerged (that would be me) from the house just as Annie walked up with Kirby, one of her and her husband Steve's two Bassett Hounds, the other being a slightly cantankerous Kirby, held by Steve, as I started to put up the plastic doors that arrived from Amazon (paid for by my cousin Liz ... need to let her know the they're up ... her birthday is the 26th this week, Thursday, and she'll turn 64).
Addendum (6/11/16): Coming from Maplecrest on our bikes, Peg and I saw Steve and Annie walking Kirby (Annie's leash) and Harriet (Steve's) at the park in Sheridan Square. They're such dear animals, perfectly named, and the abused one, used as bait (teeth filed down) for a dog fighting ring, Harriet, was quite affectionate and did not growl once. She even rolled over for Peg as she pet her. So nice to run into the two of them with their canine charges on a beautiful summer evening.
Friday, February 14, 2014
13 February 2014: Thursday (Donderdag) ... more & more snow, sleet, rain gooey mess ... shoveling ... trucks w/plows ... beautiful oboe piece by Samuel Barber at end of life ... more snow tonight ... good workout with shovel ... wet snow heavy
Huge Storm Shuts Down Delaware
The "Y" and most other businesses in New Castle County and over most of Delaware was shut down today and thus, I could not continue my string of working out, well, I missed Sunday, but I am getting accustomed to the trip down Kirkwood and getting to know more people at the YMCA.
INSPIRATION MOMENT:Just came up with this idea this clear Thursday morning, the day that Doug will arrive on a trip from Johns Creek for the extended weekend, later this day, and it feels workable because during each day, which tends to be myriad events, it is difficult to coalesce and refine one's thoughts. So, why not hone in on an experience that stands out as memorable and thus well worth writing about. It's not a heavy weight of responsibility but merely a recollection of that key encounter, that precious thought which, if not written down, will be lost in the ether of our 100,000 miles of neural circuitry in our brain (see Feb. 2014 National Geographic, "Secrets of the Brain" by science writer Carl Zimmer).
At this inaugural posting I want to give a shout out to Mike, my paper deliverer, who despite the 10 inches or more that fell last night and paralyzed Delaware today, took the time to hand deliver my paper in the late morning by his car, pulling into the unshoveled drive and walking it up (I'd shoveled the walk at least) to deliver it to me. He lost his job a few years ago and has been delivering papers and he might lose that job, too. He's up at midnight to get the papers and then getting them ready and delivered through the early morning. It's an amazingly challenging job, especially regarding your sleep patterns, that he excels at. He'd been to bed for a few hours but back up to get these papers delivered when everything else was closed. Thanks Mike!
Monday, February 3, 2014
3 February 2014: Monday ... started as cold rain, became snow, then sleet, then snow again, now slush which may turn to ice as temp goes down tonight ... Y closed early ... CJ & daughter, he joined me shoveling the slush on our respective sidewalks and driveway
The driveway, wetted by slushy snow and puddles earlier, shoveled to the side with some sweat and cardio, but not completely, has frozen and offers a slick predicament to foot travel as I make my way, minutes before the start of a Flyers' hockey game out west at 10:30 p.m. EST, to deposit the lid of a dog food can into the can for recyclables (What is done with that agglomeration of varied items from paper to plastic to metal?).
Friday, December 13, 2013
13 December 2013: Friday ... paraskevidekatriaphobia ... family coming in ...
Fear of Friday the 13th, called paraskevidekatriaphobia (from ΠαρασκευήParaskevi, Greek for Friday) or friggatriskaidekaphobia (after Frigg, the Norse goddess Friday is named after in English).
Ref: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triskaidekaphobia
Ref: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triskaidekaphobia
It's spelled wrong in this gif but I
like the artwork.
I kidded Loyd Dillon about his post today as he only mentioned the friggatriskaidekaphobes and forgot the lengthier syllabic term, paraskevidekatriaphobes.
Great haircut from Debra or Debbie on a more informal basis, a '71 grad of Dickinson HS
and a master stylist and soon-to-be certified nurse assistant when she graduates a nearby
program. She has cut hair almost 40 years and use to work in a hospital setting and cut
patients and employees' (including the doctors and surgeons) hair. She had a contract at
Pelleport. Effusive and delightful, she did a fine job. Care providing was in her past, too.
Today was the 5th anniversary of her mother's death and she cared for her father also.
Found,amazingly, someone to cut my hair on a regular basis on the first go-round at a
nationwide outlet, Great Cuts.
and a master stylist and soon-to-be certified nurse assistant when she graduates a nearby
program. She has cut hair almost 40 years and use to work in a hospital setting and cut
patients and employees' (including the doctors and surgeons) hair. She had a contract at
Pelleport. Effusive and delightful, she did a fine job. Care providing was in her past, too.
Today was the 5th anniversary of her mother's death and she cared for her father also.
Found,amazingly, someone to cut my hair on a regular basis on the first go-round at a
nationwide outlet, Great Cuts.
We're back, just over two months gone, to the trail that takes you to Mill Creek. No dip today, it's too cold as snow lines the paved walkway. Just a gorgeous Friday afternoon in Delaware.
Words with Doug, not uncommon lately, these about the number, believe it or not, of LPs that I want to bring to the visitation. He sees no reason for excess. Everything honed down. I just said "fuck it" and took the records up stairs. Nobody other than me needs to know what these recordings meant to him and his musical spirit. Who the hell cares about Heifetz, or Toscanini, Tauber, or Schwartzkopf for that matter. (Addendum: the foul word is unnecessary as is my continued state of unease ... albums of Toscanini, Piaf, Tauber, Heifetz and Horwitz will go to the funeral home and its 5-disc CD player ... need to place the play function on random. Could be interesting.)
I left without talking, and the result was an extended walk with Dancer at Delcastle Park first and then the above trail, off Millcreek Road (parked in the golf driving range and women's softball fields and soccer fields recreation area) that takes you to the Mill Creek, as in stream, and which was absolutely desolate except for a few walkers and their dogs, oh, a couple of runners, too. Such a shame it's not more utilized.
Words with Doug, not uncommon lately, these about the number, believe it or not, of LPs that I want to bring to the visitation. He sees no reason for excess. Everything honed down. I just said "fuck it" and took the records up stairs. Nobody other than me needs to know what these recordings meant to him and his musical spirit. Who the hell cares about Heifetz, or Toscanini, Tauber, or Schwartzkopf for that matter. (Addendum: the foul word is unnecessary as is my continued state of unease ... albums of Toscanini, Piaf, Tauber, Heifetz and Horwitz will go to the funeral home and its 5-disc CD player ... need to place the play function on random. Could be interesting.)
I left without talking, and the result was an extended walk with Dancer at Delcastle Park first and then the above trail, off Millcreek Road (parked in the golf driving range and women's softball fields and soccer fields recreation area) that takes you to the Mill Creek, as in stream, and which was absolutely desolate except for a few walkers and their dogs, oh, a couple of runners, too. Such a shame it's not more utilized.
The check has been written for the funeral to be delivered to Mealey Funeral Homes
tomorrow at the visitation. The total: $3,425.00. I wrote the check in dad's office and in
his old chair.
Just got a call from Nick on the landline and they've found one another in BWI Airport and
are in their Alamo rental car on the way here. They will not be stopping to eat with Jan so
they're headed right here. We'll go to Valentina's. Hopefully Doug, who still has to pick
up Norma and NV at the Philly Airport tonight at 9:30 will be able to go, too. It will be
at least an hour, Nick said traffic was heavy.
Spoke to Teri Vertucci (aka, Twinkletoes), on the phone with mom, about her trip in
the early morning
with her dad to be here for the visitation. There'll be some weather ... snow predicted
tomorrow and no idea how the NJ Turnpike and NY and CT roads will be like. Hope
they're careful. Teri sounds like she's more than capable of driving down safely. She
asked about the location of the funeral home on Limestone Road.
FINALLY my Credo phone is activated. Had to punch in the ## code to get the phone
initialized but my first call was to mom right next door and she groaned as she went
for the phone. My second was to Nick in the car on his way to Wilmington with his
mom driving and his sister in the front (?) or back seat. The reception was excellent.
are in their Alamo rental car on the way here. They will not be stopping to eat with Jan so
they're headed right here. We'll go to Valentina's. Hopefully Doug, who still has to pick
up Norma and NV at the Philly Airport tonight at 9:30 will be able to go, too. It will be
at least an hour, Nick said traffic was heavy.
Spoke to Teri Vertucci (aka, Twinkletoes), on the phone with mom, about her trip in
the early morning
with her dad to be here for the visitation. There'll be some weather ... snow predicted
tomorrow and no idea how the NJ Turnpike and NY and CT roads will be like. Hope
they're careful. Teri sounds like she's more than capable of driving down safely. She
asked about the location of the funeral home on Limestone Road.
FINALLY my Credo phone is activated. Had to punch in the ## code to get the phone
initialized but my first call was to mom right next door and she groaned as she went
for the phone. My second was to Nick in the car on his way to Wilmington with his
mom driving and his sister in the front (?) or back seat. The reception was excellent.
They arrived, a few minutes after I texted Nick with the question ... "How close?" ... and
the immediate response ... "up the road, two minutes". And they showed up safe and
sound and wonderful and went up and saw mom, who reveled in their presence, and then
we went to Crossroads and had just a sterling meal and joyous conversation. Just a magical
night. When we got home, Susan & Lindsay headed for the Red Roof Inn in their Alamo
rental, a Toyota Corolla, Maryland tags. They will be here in the morning and we will head
over to the funeral home to set up for the visitation. Everything appears in order.
Two of the most beautiful people in my world at the dinner table at Crossroads, on Friday, 12/13/13.
Back from dinner at Crossroads, grandmom and grandson had a little time together.
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