Serious portents

[jhetley]

(As opposed to Hortense, who was a great-aunt of mine. No, not the one who fell off a horse at age 80+. And no, Bill, Sirius didn't have anything to do with it, either.)

Went for a bike ride this morning. Coming back, I heard an indisputable mockingbird singing by the hospital, and another near our house. Those guys meant business.

And yes, this is another year when I ski one Sunday and bicycle the next. This rates higher on the season-change scale when you value in the additional fact that my skiing is cross-country rather than downhill, and the trails sit only a few miles from my house.

Meanwhile, back at the word-processor, I have Beowulf, The Shrew, The Brat, and Grendel's Mom all stuck under the same roof with a December storm blowing in off the Gulf of Maine. I wonder who'll survive....

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[jhetley.livejournal.com]

Well, the prediction of 1" to 2" of rain tomorrow into Tuesday should wash some of the crap (literal) down the storm drains. I think you are supposed to catch the same weather -- we pay attention to such foreign areas because of Younger Son off at UNH.