For you will be a witness for Him to all men of what you have seen and heard.
So this new blog thing is taking some getting used to. I formed habits based on the previous blog’s style, and now all that has to change. Also it apparently has some issues displaying with the Firefox browser that won’t be resolved until we get some more free time. I am still quite open to comments or suggestions as to what should change or stay the same, as well as any ideas regarding the links box, which is giving me no end of trouble with different screen resolutions plus not being able to display all the links I might like.
Yesterday we went to Price Chopper in the afternoon, wading through patches of snow that rose above the men’s knees. On the way there we slogged along past a small woman with a large snow-shovel, and our roommate commented that she had her work cut out for her. Surprisingly, this set her off onto a diatribe regarding the laziness of this generation, how she could not find anybody to work for her and how everything was going downhill. She was the eptiome of the hell-in-a-handbasket type. After each disparaging remark about people our age, she laughed in a kind of heh-heh-heh way. We hardly knew what to say, so we murmured meaningless sounds, climbed over the enormous taller-than-me mound of snow, and made our escape. On the way back we skirted around her dug-out sidewalk, preferring the road to derogatory comments.
Later that day I went out to take pictures in the snow. Before my fingers froze, which I estimate to be approximately 3 – 5 seconds after being exposed, I poked buttons and took this picture of a backhoe trying to clear snow away. The tracks it left have become solid and slick, testing our careful footing. Today is a beautiful sunny, if bitterly cold, day that makes you wish it were 55° and worth taking a long walk. In lieu of that I plan on writing another paper, this time on the ethics of a hypothetical situation.
– KF –