It turns out that blogging is much more easily accomplished from a Days Inn hotel room in an unfamiliar town during a blizzard than on a birthday or a visit home for the holidays. I’m not sure I have anything particularly insightful or pertinent to put out there, except to express my gratitude for warmth and safety. We sat on Interstate 90 for hours today with our surprisingly patient four month old in her car seat in the back, chattering (I’m assuming) about her hopes that we would change her diaper and feed her again some day. Finally, the state patrol kicked everyone off of the freeway and we found ourselves on even more treacherous country roads. There’s nothing like seeing car after car in ditch after ditch to remind you how lucky you are to be creeping at a snail’s pace ahead. On that potential metaphor, I think I’ll call it a night– only adding that in the past, I’ve spent the first few days of new years looking back and tallying up signs of progress. This year, I would rather look out at sideways snow and be glad that there’s more than a car between it and my family.
That looks crazy! I’m so glad you made it to warm and safe lodging for the night. There’s something powerful about your metaphor, especially when we’ve all been in ditches before, not moving at all (or so it seemed).
I miss you guys. Don’t make me take you off the blogroll…. Sniff.
Oh Richard, our loyal reader, O lover of books and words! Don’t leave us yet! And thank you for checking in.
Six of us are currently incubating our Crucial Minutiae spin-off (Kimmi, Felice, Molly, Courtney, Cristina, and me) — we hope to launch our site sometime in March. This URL will then automatically re-direct to that much more active site.
Thank you for your patience! You seriously rock!!
Patience? Well, if that’s what you want to call my lack of life….
Good luck with the renovation / redirection, gang.