As of midnight last night, I hadn’t seen my younger daughter in four months. All that has changed. Further, I get to see my older daughter in less than a week.
At 2:00 a.m. Lulu and I arrived home from the Hartford airport, after a 1.75-hour drive through sometimes blinding snow. What a wondrous thing it is to have my child back. I’d so missed having someone walk in on me whenever I’m in the bathroom.
She showed me a heartwarming Internet video of an Anime girl who makes friends with a little blue pixel. She takes it for walks. I strongly identified with that girl. Where would I, myself, be without pixels? Who would I be? How could I live without my little square friends: so seemingly simple, yet capable of infinite complexity? I rejoice in their diversity. RGB, you saturate me with joy.
CMYK, you are my rainbow.
At the SIT campus this afternoon, Lulu and I had a mother-daughter moment. As always, it involved trying to get her off the computer. With two hours of sunlight remaining, I cajoled her out of the library and into the car. We slid along the icy road that follows the West River past the old granite quarry. I’d lent her my snow boots, so she was in fine shape as we stopped to crunch a hundred feet up a rise through tibia-deep snow and 10-degree air to photograph an icicle-encrusted cliff.
Then we visited three covered bridges. Here is the furthest: Scott Bridge near Harmonyville and Townsend. It was built in 1870, around the time John Henry was freed and started swinging his hammer.
The old bridge is too saggy to hold up cars any more. Here’s where they’d go if they tried to cross.
Now it’s only 7 pm (and seven degrees out) but we’re exhausted. We’re eating cheese we bought from Sammy at Grafton Village Cheese Co. Despite wearing a jacket and scarf, and having the heater at 80 and a fire dancing the woodstove, I’m shivering. I believe that seven-degree winds are skinnier than 30-degree winds; think of a mouse and a rat, respectively. They both can get into your kitchen, but the mouse is better at it.
If I was there, I would go swimming. But I might not come back.
I’m so glad you guys are re-united–nothing like the mom-daughter dynamic to inject joy and light to the local ecosystem! And when the three of you re-connect–look out, Vermont! Your brilliance just may melt the icicles in a 10-mile radius! re: yo’ mama’s butt: I wish you’d graced us with a photo of your ensemble–I’m looking for holiday party attire ideas, and I think you just may have inadvertently set the bar!
recaptha: fiends books….hmmmmmm