I know, as a native New Englander,
that I shouldn’t marvel at the vagaries of our weather. Yesterday morning (late
February), when I woke up to 60 degree temperatures after an ice storm the
previous day, I was understandably conflicted. However I looked back to the situation
from one year ago and I am in awe. Last year we were digging out from some of
the last of the ten feet of snow we received. I’m showing photos below taken on
the approximately the same date from the two years; one of the driveway from
hell from last February and the other yesterday of the more heavenly minded replacement.
Only in New England.
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| Last Year |
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| This Year |
We received some incredibly good news at
work yesterday. The Board selected a new administrator to run the authority my
company is contracted with. I’ve referred to this position in the past as the “political
leadership”. I called them that because it’s been filled via political cronyism
that is the bane of the People’s Republic of Taxxachusetts’ single party rule. The
Board went a different way yesterday selecting a young man from the planning department
who’s worked closely with us for the past ten years. He’ll bring youth, energy,
and an in depth knowledge of the system which has been lacking form the position
for as long as I’ve been here. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s a veteran attendee
of First Friday celebrations. We are officially stoked for today’s festivities.
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| The New Guy |
My granddaughter made me late for work
today. I almost forgot to download samples of the daily photos my daughter
blessedly sends me as a salve for the distance imposed between us (see below). I
hurried back into the house to rectify that grievous error after starting the
car to leave. It took five times the usual amount of time because she included
a video of my granddaughter laughing for the first time. While she’s an
accomplished smiler, this was the first time I’d seen the newly emerging laugh.
I literally could not stop watching it over and over again. I was seriously considering
jumping on a plane to California for the weekend. I wish I could share it with
you because it was beyond heart melting but I couldn’t figure out how to
download it (where’s a teenager when you need one!).
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| She's Also Fascinating for Some of Wingman's Friends |
I finished the second book in C.J. Box’s
Joe Pickett series, Savage Run, and am starting to see why my sister so
ardently recommended it to me. Joe, a Wyoming game warden, once again thrusts
himself into a highly politicized situation because he’s trying to do the right
thing in the face of well-connected wrong doers. The book starts out when an
eco-terrorist with ties to the local area is blown up along with his wife and an
unfortunate cow, the first in a series of assassinations planned by a shadowy
organization.
Box tells the story from both sides of
the impending confrontation with an unlikely pair of assassins crisscrossing
the country to do their dirty work. Joe, as usual, stumbles around in the dark
for the most part until he kicks up the hornet nest that leads to an exciting
race across some of Wyoming’s pristine mountains. Box does a fantastic job of
bringing the reader into the landscape, a very good read. I’m still waiting for
the appearance of a secondary character my sister vows will hook me on the
series. Mr. Pickett is already on his way to doing that on his own.
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