This video is the first video I ever saw on tv. Someone taped it for one of my sisters. One summer day I remember coming into the non-air conditioned house and it being all dark inside to keep the sunlight from entering. And this was playing.
Again, back when things were simpler.
Back when I'd get tired of playing in Shady Acres with the Tarzan swing that never seemed to break the entire summer no matter how many times we swung across the giant gulley. The gulley that currently has a turkey barn sitting in it. Hmm. Back when all that mattered at night was how many fireflies you could catch and keep alive in the mason jar over night. And how many grubworms you could find after the evening thunderstorm.
This is the first tractor I remember ever riding on. From the days of Dad letting me "drive" the giant wheel to the days of him actually letting me drive only I didn't know how to work the 3 pedals and the gas and the brake. I distinctly recall driving with the brake on because I had a fear of the tractor not stopping and a vision of me catapulting into a gulley of red clay with the tractor not far behind me.
Oh and there was the time where I was about to step off the tractor and took the first step barefoot--onto the metal step that rests above the exhaust pipe. Definitely can recall that pain. It was nothing ice couldn't help.
There may also have been a time where I nearly jackknifed hauling a feed trailer. But that was before I knew about wide turns when turning less than 90 degrees.
So we did get snow. 1.5 inches. Rough estimate. But that's evidently enough to make a snowman. Snowperson. Actually, we made a snowwoman. She wore a pink wig and had a grass skirt and rosemary over her ears. She was a good looker. And 24 hours later she survived the 18 degree chill over the night and appeared to be a solid chunk of ice. Slightly leaning to the back for whatever the reason.
Sledding didn't work, however. Cookie sheets glazed with cooking spray were thought to be the way to go, but the hill didn't have the right slope.
And with that, we've had 2 snowfalls in Atlanta in 3 days. Awesome.
And I just stumbled upon something new on Flickr. The Library of Congress released 3000+ photographs from the 1910's and the 1930-40's depicting America. They are some of the best photographs I've ever seen.
Today I was sitting in my truck waiting for about 3 or 4 minutes for something and during my wait, I found myself enthralled by about 15 pigeons atop a power line. Despite hearing that they are the 'rats of the sky' from various people, I still have some fascination with them.
After a few minutes, either something spooked them or they decided to relocate. Only, they flew about 30 yards, did a 360, and all landed on the same region of the power line again. I didn't get it.
I've had an up and down kind of past week, but it ended on a high note. Today I did a good, unwarranted deed for a friend. It was one of those deeds you do when you have so much more you know you should be doing with your life, but you don't mind helping others. And the person wasn't even home. And I never saw the person at all today. So I never even got to see the expression on their face. But the deed was enough that I heard through the grapevine at 1130pm tonight that they were so excited. And to me, that made up for everything.
Ahh. Pigeons and good deeds. Must go hand in hand.
I'm exhausted. Just back from the Rockies. And before I divulge into the anatomy of the big trip, I'll leave you with the scene of my first skiing attempt down the mountains. And let me emphasize, mountains. This was taken by Shannon who just happened to have her camera out at this precise time. Precise meaning I fell down above the net. Then tried to get up, unsuccessfully. Crawled-slid-maneuvered over to the net. Attempted to hoist myself up by holding onto the pole. Then slipped on the skis again, but managing to get my glove caught on the top, thus taking it down with me.
A bit humiliating. But also humbling now that I look back.
But despite the hilarity of the above picture, let it be known that an hour after this, I was barreling down the mountain like a pro. A professional green slope skier. Heck, I even found myself on a blue slope, albeit by accident, but still.