Friday, February 12, 2010

Auntie M has 40" of Snow......

..... and is worrying about running out of food.... they're eating canned soup tonight. 

My little sister shoveled her driveway, took off her boots, and watched the City snow plow clear her street right into her just finished escape route.

So I know I shouldn't complain about the grey, overcast, gloomy, where's-my-sunshine weather we've been having here.  I'll be the first to admit that I've become a total weather wimp.  Sure, I'm pouting.  But it's a righteous pout, because I think I am completely justified.

Every time we've moved, there's been one thing, one can't-be-argued-with thing, that made my new home irresistible.  Chicago had neighborhoods with character.  Marin had that perfect Mediterranean climate in which anything will grow.  And Arizona has the sunshine.  When our ethnic neighborhood became generically gentrified, when the fog rolled over Mt. Tam in July, and now, when the sun is hiding behind thick, ominous clouds...... well, ladies and gentlemen, I pout.  Because I had been really happy before I moved to (choose one) and why did we ever leave (choose one) and my lower lip begins to protrude and I'm pouting.  

No, it's not very adult behavior.  But it's honest.  And honesty is prized in the desert southwest; authenticity trumps fashion every day in a hundred different ways here.  Pouting, however, is frowned upon.

So, I'm moderately abashed.  But when I can sit and write to you and see this

from my desk ...

or this,

just after Thanksgiving, wearing shorts and a tank top and enjoying the slight breeze as I watched the moon rise over the the Pusch Ridge.....

..... or find this a few hours later
(my kingdom for a camera which could have captured the stars, too)

...... well, it's just hard to muster up any enthusiasm for gloom.   The saguaros are plumping up and the trees have a gentle hint of yellow and I know that's only because of the gloom, but my psyche says otherwise.  

Because, I mean, like, really when I've had this

 it's hard to be glad when the outside looks like this



  1. Well, in the interest of your future fame:
    Just be glad you are not stuck inside with all the snow. It has been pretty crazy with all three of us trapped in the house all week. Mom tried to get into the back yard, but could not make it even half way around the house - our back 40 has about 40 inches of snow. Luckily, we are only about 4 blocks away from a supermarket, and we get (mostly) plowed out pretty quickly, so we can walk to the store for food. We are not starving quite yet, but the cabin fever is getting to be a bit much.

  2. Hey, intrepidcat, thanks for commenting! When the Burrow is on every magazine cover, I'll be sure to credit you!

    Arizona is quite lovely this time of year....

  3. (Boy, Blogger Comments has been crappy lately!)

    I think, with photos like these and writing like this, the Burrow should become its own magazine!

  4. Nance, are you this nice to EVERYONE?! You make my heart sing :)

    And yes, Blogger has been buggy lately..... but it is free!


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