Finally--Snow!

This is the view I had when I opened the shade this morning. I know, I know, I complain endlessly about winter and cold and snow but it is February in Wisconsin, it's supposed to be cold and snowy. It makes me feel hardy and unbowed by the elements to live, work and play here. Plus I haven't been able to snowshoe all winter. Hmm, I think I'll take my snowshoes along when I go to let Porter out. She'll get a charge out of them, I bet. She and I had a blast playing with the ball, a squeeky ball, yesterday afternoon. She nearly had me trained to come after she caught it, ran around squeeking it, and then stopped and dropped it. We can play ball in the snow with me on snowshoes. Now, there's something to look forward to. This La Nina winter has been one disappointment after another. And I just erased the audiobook I was almost through listening to when I downloaded a Pink Martini album on iTunes. I saw a profile of them on CBS Sunday Morning a couple weeks ago and liked their music. Now I have to get back on the library site, find the audiobook, and get back in line to get it again. Maybe I'll be lucky, there won't be any reserves on it and it'll be available immediately. (going to check) Well, there aren't any holds so I might get an email later telling me I can have it back. If I'm lucky. I was #1 on the list for a book last week and it took days for them to send me the "ready to checkout and download" email. Did I tell you I bought a Kindle Fire the other day? I'm really liking it. There's a learning curve, no doubt about it, but I'm determined. I'm hoping I can figure out how to put my music on there from iTunes and how to put pictures in the "Gallery" app. What's "IMDb?" It's on there and I have no idea what it is and why I'd want it. I'll ask around at knitting tonight, someone's bound to know. Look at the time, I'd better get a move on.

February 9--Katsushika Hokusai, The Great Wave at Kanagawa. The winter ocean loomed over the narrow boats. Katsu and his brothers rowed like men possessed just to keep their position. As long as there was light they had a chance to punch through the waves. Katsu had never seen the ocean so angry. The sky was clear and the wind was light. Only the sea leaped and hurled itself about in its great bed as if it were a child in the throes of a tantrum. He looked down the line of men. Each man's lips moved in prayer, each man beseeching his gods to keep them safe. Their boat rose on the crest of a great wave giving them a view of Mount Fuji. Seeing the sacred mountain gave them all the strength to hang on, to fight their way to shore and safety.

That was a rerun picture too but that one I could see once and week and still suck some inspiration from it. That claw-like wave gets me every time. Off to play with my Kindle and then my granddog. Mush!
--Barbara