We've been getting a bit more snow here in New Mexico than normal, and at my parents house, east of Albuquerque and on the other side of the Sandia Mountains, the snow has been incredible. I've been spending quite a bit of time there, making sure Grampa stays safe, and last weekend Lou and I took the cross country skis out for their first ride since, I'm sure, 1977.
Kabira and Dakota, the dogs joined too. It was a lot of fun, and the snow made the forest I grew up in a whole new place. Louis was really flying on the snow, but I, I won't be joining the olympic team anytime soon.
As I'm writing this the snow has started to fall here in Albuquerque, too. A man on the bus let me know this is going to be the biggest snow of the year, and I'm quite excited. Excited with reserve, because we here in Albuquerque seem to always be dreaming, not experiencing, snow. A snow day is a very rare thing, though not for lack of wishing.
I've been chosen for the singer section of my folk music group. A bit by default as I don't play banjo, guitar, or fiddle. We're learning the song Buffalo Gals:
"And her heel kept a-knockin', and her toes kept a-rockin'
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin'
And we danced by the light of the moon."
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