Dear Spike:
Snow today. Lots of it.
Unfortunately, you and I were stuck inside for most of the day, as I chased a breaking story and you played hide and seek with your stuffed cat, Chairman Meow.
But tomorrow, my little friend, is another (snowy) day. And I think we're overdue for a snowman!
Love,
dad
Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Monday, December 8, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
WRAPPED OURSELVES UP
Dear Spike:
The summer's first thunderstorm came this morning. You and I curled up together in the big, comfy papasan chair, wrapped ourselves up in the soft feather comforter, and watched "The Empire Strikes Back" on your mother's nifty new computer.
Soon you were asleep. And not long after that, I was too.
I can't remember a better morning. Ever.
Love,
dad
The summer's first thunderstorm came this morning. You and I curled up together in the big, comfy papasan chair, wrapped ourselves up in the soft feather comforter, and watched "The Empire Strikes Back" on your mother's nifty new computer.
Soon you were asleep. And not long after that, I was too.
I can't remember a better morning. Ever.
Love,
dad
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
OF BLUSTERY DAYS
Dear Spike:
I'm taking this week and the next off to spend time with you before your first birthday, and hopefully to finish the book I started writing for you before Christmas.
It was supposed to be sunny this week. And I was looking forward to spending most of my vacation with you outside, working in the yard, walking in the park and hiking in the canyons. So far, though, it has been a series of blustery days. And so we sit, by the window, watching wave after wave of thick, gray clouds roll overhead.
This isn't prohibitive, of course. When your mother and I lived in Oregon we never let a gray day disturb our plans (lest we do nothing at all!) And likewise, this afternoon, rain or shine, you and I will venture out for a hike.
Still, I am hoping for a warm and sunny day. The better to see the spring flowers on the hillside. The better to inspire me for when we do return indoors and I write as you sleep.
And as you sleep, the better to inspire your dreams.
Love,
dad
I'm taking this week and the next off to spend time with you before your first birthday, and hopefully to finish the book I started writing for you before Christmas.
It was supposed to be sunny this week. And I was looking forward to spending most of my vacation with you outside, working in the yard, walking in the park and hiking in the canyons. So far, though, it has been a series of blustery days. And so we sit, by the window, watching wave after wave of thick, gray clouds roll overhead.
This isn't prohibitive, of course. When your mother and I lived in Oregon we never let a gray day disturb our plans (lest we do nothing at all!) And likewise, this afternoon, rain or shine, you and I will venture out for a hike.
Still, I am hoping for a warm and sunny day. The better to see the spring flowers on the hillside. The better to inspire me for when we do return indoors and I write as you sleep.
And as you sleep, the better to inspire your dreams.
Love,
dad
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
WARMING THINGS UP
Dear Spike:
The mercury tipped above 80 yesterday, which was a little bit strange because we hadn't even had a 70-degree day yet this Spring.
And then today we had a blizzard, which isn't strange at all for Salt Lake City in mid-April, except for the fact that YESTERDAY IT WAS FLIPPIN' EIGHTY DEGREES OUTSIDE!
If there's one thing you can count on not counting on in this world, it's the weather. And that's a real nice thing, because it always gives you something to talk about with people on the bus, in line at the grocery store or while stuck in an elevator.
"Some weather we're having. . . " is all you've got to say. And with those four words — BAM-O! — the ice is broken.
Some folks say everything is part of God's plan. If that's true, I'll bet She created the weather just to get us all talking. And if that's the case... well... way to go God.
The world can be a cold enough place without us being cold to one another. The weather is a pretty good place to start warming things up. Where things go from there is up to you.
Love,
dad
The mercury tipped above 80 yesterday, which was a little bit strange because we hadn't even had a 70-degree day yet this Spring.
And then today we had a blizzard, which isn't strange at all for Salt Lake City in mid-April, except for the fact that YESTERDAY IT WAS FLIPPIN' EIGHTY DEGREES OUTSIDE!
If there's one thing you can count on not counting on in this world, it's the weather. And that's a real nice thing, because it always gives you something to talk about with people on the bus, in line at the grocery store or while stuck in an elevator.
"Some weather we're having. . . " is all you've got to say. And with those four words — BAM-O! — the ice is broken.
Some folks say everything is part of God's plan. If that's true, I'll bet She created the weather just to get us all talking. And if that's the case... well... way to go God.
The world can be a cold enough place without us being cold to one another. The weather is a pretty good place to start warming things up. Where things go from there is up to you.
Love,
dad
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