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Snow Days 2022 — Day 3

Today was an e-learning day -- the first would-be snow day that transmuted into a strange school day spent sitting in front of a computer. For an English teacher, a math teacher -- for numerous subjects, it's a fairly straightforward thing. But how do band teachers do e-learning days? What assignments do PE teachers give? "Go play in the snow until you're out of breath!"

In the afternoon, I finally left the house -- the first time since Saturday. I found shelves mostly empty in the poultry section. There's probably some metaphor here, but I'm going to leave that for you to construct.

Snow Days 2022 — Day 2

I start to head upstairs to get the Boy to put his guitar away and get to bed when I look down and see he didn't clean up his cars. I nudge the boxes out of the main walkway and head upstairs, thinking that there will come a time that do something like that -- push his toys out of the way -- for the last time, and I likely won't even know it when it happens.

When the Boy finally gets into bed, I lie down with him to snuggle a little. He's been putting himself to bed lately, and a couple of nights ago, it broke my heart when I realized that he'd gone to bed without even getting a goodnight from anyone. The day will come, I know, when he'll be too big for a cuddle like that. There will be no more plaintive requests to "rub my back, please!" Those days kind of slipped by with the Girl -- she was suddenly just getting herself to bed without a single minute of reading or cuddling, and now they're long in the past.

As the Boy gets his bedtime music going -- a mix of softer Beatles songs -- "Let It Be" comes on.

"Hold on!" I cry, grabbing his phone to load the album itself. We've been watching Get Back this weekend, a little here, a little there, and like most fans, I've found it fascinating to watch the songs evolve from little snippets to the masterpieces we grew up listening to. It doesn't have as much of an impact on everyone else in the family because they don't know the songs as well as I do, so it occurred to me that they should at least listen to Let It Be a few times as we watch over the next little bit.

As I'm lying there with him, "Across the Universe" comes on.

It is, without a doubt, far and away my favorite Beatles song. Not even a close contest to any other song, in my top 5 all-time favorite songs. Period. As perfect a song as ever created.

Suddenly I'm transported back to the late eighties, sitting in my best friend's basement listening to records, when he puts on Let It Be. The first two tracks are great because, well, it's the Beatles -- and then "Across the Universe" comes on, and I'm flattened. From the first time I hear the opening chiming guitar I know it's going to be a favorite song for the rest of my life.

Those magical days listening to music and eventually playing music with a guy I still and will always consider my best friend are now over thirty years ago. My daughter is the age we were; his children are all older than we were.

It's a constant theme in my thoughts and writing, I know -- how quickly time passes, the transitory nature of it all -- but it comes into sharper focus today, the second of our snow days here in the south. Snow is so rare and rarified here in the south that each day with snow on the ground sparkles like the snow itself does when clouds pass and the sun begins melting it all.

"Nothing's going to change my world," John sings in the chorus "Across the Universe," and the key to maintaining that attitude must be the skill of living in the moment and not worrying that it's going to pass before we really realize what it's worth. It's pushing that box of toys out of the way with a certain tenderness at the thought that it won't always be in the way instead frustration that the kid left the toys out yet again. It's treating the quirkiness of teen behavior with patience and tenderness because even those frustrating moments will haunt us once they're gone.

And of course, it means going out to play in the snow as often as possible when you're in the south.

Addendum

January 17 must be the magical day for snow here in the south. We had a snow day on that date in 2008

and then again ten years later!

 

Snow Days 2022 — Day 1

Take 1

I could hear the ice striking our windows in the early morning. "It's not supposed to start until early tomorrow afternoon," I thought. Still, I got up and checked.

We had about three inches on the ground already, and it was still snowing.

The Boy had only one thing on his mind: "Daddy, when can we go out? When can we go out?" Since it hasn't really snowed since about 2018, this is the first snow he's experienced since being in kindergarten.

He certainly made the most of it during our morning session.

Take 2

In the afternoon, the girls finally joined us.

And the dog had a chance to play.

Take 3

Evening -- one must take a walk in snow in the evening.

Snow Approaching?

Heavy snowfall is nothing new to K -- she grew up with sights like this:

March 2004, Jablonka

Snowfall after snowfall all packed up, settled, and repacked to show just how much snow has fallen in the last few days.

We never get snow like that here, but rumor has it, we could get significant snow beginning tomorrow afternoon:

A winter storm warning and an ice storm warning for parts of our area is in effect until Monday morning.

  • A winter storm warning indicates that heavy snow of at least 6 inches in 12 hours, or at least 8 inches in 24 hours, is expected. It can also be issued if sleet accumulation will be at least half an inch.
  • An ice storm warning indicates that ice accumulation of at least 1/4 inch is expected. (Source)

It's been years since we had any significant snow here. Last year's snow didn't even last a day:

Snowfall 2021

In 2020, we had a dusting of snow after the major flooding of our basement, but it was gone by the end of the day, I think:

And then snow

Earlier in 2020, we had a snowfall that lasted all morning and amounted to nothing -- not even an early dismissal.

Snow and a Change

We have to go all the way back to 2018 to find significant snowfall:

Snow

So we're all hopeful, but cautiously so.

"I flushed some ice cubes down the toilet," L informed us?

"Huh?"

"Yeah, and I'm going to sleep with a spoon under my pillow -- superstitions for snow!"

We all do what we can.

Trees

We finally finished our last bit of Christmas un-decorating today. The lights came down from gutters and the Christmas tree got some Sawz-all attention.

Afterward, instead of destroying trees, the Boy decided he wanted to try climbing one -- a magnolia in the backyard that was just a little sapling when we bought the house.

And what better way to end this day off of school than with a little bonfire, burning the tree that was just in our living room.

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Nana as a Girl

Sometimes, I just get to thinking about Nana...

Lost Photos

I never published these photos, to my knowledge — I don’t know how that happened. They’re so old that it’s almost funny: L and her friend E are now in high school, as tall or taller than their parents, learning to drive, alternatively annoying and charming adults.

Little I no longer is little. He’s in middle school now.

And our little man E and E’s and I’s little sister E? Not even a thought in their head.

Speaking in Tongues, Slain in the Spirit

“Language-like activity in the absence of meaning” — a good definition of glossolalia, the act of speaking in tongues. The Bible promotes it, and I’d always understood it to be the miraculous act of speaking a language one doesn’t have any foreknowledge of. For example, breaking into Farsi having never studied it.

“Surely,” I thought, “No one really believes that happens?! It’s so easy to debunk: record it and have a computer try to recognize and translate the language.” But it turns out, real speaking in tongues is not the miraculous speaking of an otherwise-unknown language: it’s speaking in the language of angels. It is, in simple terms, gibberish.

If you listen to these segments of people speaking in tongues, you’ll notice a few things:

  • A lot of them repeat the same vowel sound over and over.
  • They like to trill their r’s.
  • At times it seems as if they’re mimicking — consciously or otherwise — actual languages.
  • Some consonant sounds seem more common than others: b, k, r, and s seem very popular.
  • They seem to be so clearly putting on a show that it’s almost hard to watch.

I’m on the fence about the video, though, because they’re clearly mocking these people, and while it does seem silly, I find myself thinking that they must get something out of it. It likely gives a natural high of endorphins.

I once attended a church where there was a lot of calling down of the Holy Spirit, a lot of prayers for God to send the Holy Spirit to enter the building and enter them, with repetitive music playing, the congregants with their hands raised and their eyes closed, swaying to the music. It struck me how similar they appeared to people I’d see just a week or so earlier at a party who’d passed around a gigantic bong and gotten stoned out of their gourd. They all had the lost-in-the-moment look about them, and even in some churches that speak in tongues, one way they see the manifestation of the Holy Spirit is through uncontrolled laugher, the tell-tale sign that someone has smoked marijuana.

There’s also the element of crowd pressure — some of those people are clearly forcing their laughter. And perhaps some of them are closeted non-believers and they’re finally able to let out the laughter that they keep pent up every Sunday.

The king of all this nonsense is huckster Benny Hinn.

I just can’t understand how people can fall for this stuff. I’d love to get up on stage with someone like this and let him wave his arms at me, fling his coat at me, and just stand there looking at him. Wonder what would happen — I’d likely be hustled off the stage in a hurry…

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