2.15.2007

Fourteen inches


Snow, you gutter-minded readers. Snow. At the new house. And to answer others' questions, yes, those outbuildings are ours, too. One is an old dairy barn, which sometime in the last half century was converted to an 18 stall stable. I do not have 18 horses. I do not know anyone with 18 horses. Madness, you ask? Entirely possible, especially given that the other building (the one without the gorgeous arched roof) is the largest indoor riding arena in the county. I don't think there's any medicine that will heal this particular disease, though the book our dear friends gave the H for his birthday yesterday may help. Barnyard in your Backyard. They win the birthday prize for this year, for sure.

2.13.2007

The snow, part 2

So for those who've wondered, our bucolic future home is not, I repeat, not, subject to lake effect snow. It did not receive the frozen largesse bestowed upon, say, Oswego county, where I presume people had to tunnel their way out of their front doors, though I wonder to what end, because where the hell can you go when the snow's that high? I grew up in Chicago, where six foot snowfalls occasionally happen, and I remember the serene stasis I felt as a kid when I woke up to a world buried in white. (The operative thought in that last sentence is "as a kid", because I was young enough that the snow shoveling duties didn't fall to me, so the snow was fun and beautiful, not a heart attack waiting to happen.)

While my new house's snowy blanket may be relatively lightweight, the temperatures have been frigid--well below freezing for several weeks now. Again, this is an environment I lived in when I was a kid, but it's been a long, long time. By the time we go back east to close on the house in early March, it will likely be a bit warmer, but probably not much, and I hope the icy blast on skin and into lungs doesn't make us again question our sanity. I'm sure mid next winter it will, but I hope we get some perspective--glorious summer, gorgeous fall--to carry us through.

Meanwhile, I am inching towards our departure, feeling underwhelmed by the logistical implications and sad about the emotional ones. We cannot possibly spend focused time with all the many people we love here, and I can already feel, subtly, some of them pulling away as our disappearance gets nearer. This is an interesting turnabout for me, as I am the queen (or, perhaps, the empress) of disappearance and withdrawal, so to be on the receiving end, and to feel not hurt, exactly, but certainly sad, is, I am acutely aware, fair (and ironic) play.

2.08.2007

Have I mentioned we're moving?

As the lovely Mieke noted earlier this week, we had a blast of spectacular 80 degree weather here in Los Angeles, just in time to make me question my sanity, the H's sanity, the wisdom of all my supportive friends, and the honesty of our upstate NY real estate broker (who keeps telling us how great it is there.) She, in her infinite wisdom, sent us this picture of our soon to be home, just as I was going upstairs to change clothes because my legs were getting too sweaty in jeans and I needed to put on a cotton skirt (and shave said legs) immediately in order to survive the heatwave. Truth be told, I hate 80 degree weather almost any time of year--the only place it should be that hot is in Hawaii, so I say to the cold: Bring it on.