You might remember that last Fall we had a lot of discussion around the topic of Rivendell and bicycles (so what's with the skeleton?), and at least one reader (he knows who he is) made fun of me for getting a bike in the fall, which is apparently the wrong season to get a bike. Whereupon several other readers reported, apparently with straight faces (although how you tell beyond a computer screen is not something I can specify), that I can ride all winter. To which I thought, you can ride all winter. Then several other readers pointed out that, no, really, you can get studded snow tires for your bike. To which I thought, no, you can get studded tires for your bikes. Out loud I was more polite.
So yesterday we had a snowstorm. Nothing like the ones out East, only 10 inches or so. But it was a very wintery day. Last night I was waiting in the car while my son went inside to pick up his dinner, on the side of the road downtown with my flashers going. Our downtown is old and the streets are narrow, which makes it even more cramped when they have to find room for heaps of snow. It had been snowing all day, and it was still snowing, and the wind was blowing, and dark had fallen. The old-fashioned streetlights shone dimly. You know how it is, if you live in the north—snow everywhere, the windows crusting over as soon as you turn the wipers off, visibility poor. So what appears coming up the sidewalk, materializing out of the murk in the canyons between snow piles, but...a guy on a bike. All bundled up, making headway slowly, buffeted by the wind. Can you "trudge" on a bike? If you can, then he was.
Kinda makes you want to take off for Tuscany, doesn't it?
Next year I'm getting snow tires. For the car.
And then last night we had an earthquake. Nothing remotely like Haiti, of course. This one was centered in DeKalb, Illinois, and registered three-point-something on the Richter Scale. I missed it, because I was sleeping when it happened—although maybe it gave me weird dreams, because how else would that weird sh!# get in my head?
I was awake for the last one, though, a couple of years ago. Just a few tremors, but it was freaky. It's different when it happens to you.