Variations on a fever pitch
The first family member to test the latest iteration of the weather was the dog. His job. Our chilly rain has shifted into something more likely to persist. We don’t have a full snow vocabulary, but I’ve heard the word “shnoot” used, with a very derfoatory tone, to explain new snow that is cold, sticky, slippy, in your face.
And, because the season may be changing, there is a new tree in the living room. Replete with lights and objects that can only be described with photos. I won’t be going down that side trail. This is an all-season tree. We can leave it in place until summer, if we don’t mind the visitors giggling as they come in. Let’s see how things go.
Son #1 is back in Canada, after a whiflwind tour of Brazil. One city. With more traffic than he expected. Of course, the soccer fever (not going to use the term pitch) had the whole country on edge until that “kick the ball, because we have run out of time” system for deciding the victor. Brazil wasn’t, and it will take years for the sting to diminish. I’m not a foot-fan, so I have no idea about the fever that occurs. We used to have hockey; still do, but not winning makes the temperature drop quickly.
Did I mention that tree? Getting dressed, right now, so regular meals will be later in the day. I’m able to ignore variation in schedule. All in good time, right? And I can always snack on pita and hummus, if the pangs reach a fever pitch.
