Monday, 08 December, 1997 08:10
When I got up this morning, I was greeted with about five inches of snow. It wasn't much of a surprise for me, it was snowing when I went to bed last night... which I did at about 20:00. However, I do believe that it surprised the weathermen (pardon me!) weatherpeople.
It is still snowing lightly right now; there has been no wind, and each individual branch in every tree has its own little mantle of white stuff.
The squirrels are having a blast ruining the effect, however. There are two playing tag in the tree outside my window. It seems that they enjoy making the snow fall out of the branches as they run and jump. I am anticipating one of them hitting the ground, for they are skidding a lot. I can imagine their little squirrel conversation:
One of the major contributors of my accepting the snow without sorrow: I don't really have to go anywhere today. OK, I did have some plans, but they can be postponed without worrying about it at all.
I just took an intelligence test; I got the URL from Melody of Fresh Little Puddles. I scored 2 points less than Melody, which still leaves me in the genius range. Who'd 'a thunk it? Of course, they wanted $9.99 for a complete report. Well, duh, I'm a genius, why would I want to give them ten dollars? I pretty well know what my strengths and weaknesses are. That's not specifically from being a genius, but from living with my bones for fifty-one years. I've had a lot of people explain my weaknesses to me... and Karen and my mother have explained my strengths. (A different list from each of them, of course!)
There was a time in my life when I thought that intelligence was absolutely the most important thing in the world. That was when I was young and not sober. Thinking about that, if I had not spent twenty-some years destroying brain cells... I wonder what my IQ would have been in 1962?
I obviously wasn't smart enough to not start drinking!
The snow is beginning to melt a little, and it's dropping off of the trees and making an awful clatter on the roof and the decks. Occasionally and avalanche is started on the roof and there's a big Whoosh! as it hits the deck.
This is a good time to take a nap, it's 10:35. I've not been sleeping nearly enough lately, what with my newly-emerged ambition... time to change that.
I will probably update again later, after something happens or I think. I mean think of something interesting to write!
O'yeah! I added another segment to Dying Diary yesterday. A reminder: this is fiction!
"Hey, george! Did you see that! I fucking nearly lost it on that one! Helluva jump, hey?"
"That was fucking awesome, steve! Now watch me as I do a sommersault!"
"See how the branches bend more with the snow on them? I never could reach that one branch from this one, now I can! Watch this, george!"
"Aaaahhhhhh! Fucking Aaaahhhhhhh!"
Thud!
"Hey steve, I think you need to work on that one! Especially the landing... supposed to land on the feet, not the head..."
"Steve? Steve....?"
"Aw, shit. I guess I'll have to find someone else to play with... damned cats!