Of course the adage “the calm before the storm” has been bandied about by the news media today as sound bites or pictures show shoppers stocking up on supplies or gassing up the car, then going home to hunker down and await this promised foot of snow. Yes, this is indeed the “Winter of our Discontent”, yet, it brings a camaraderie among Michiganders as we grouse or gripe about the weather, but then reconcile ourselves to the fact that this is Michigan after all, and this too will pass. I, however, dislike Winter and am ready for Spring right now, though it is 74 days away according to this countdown: (http://mycountdown.org/Other/Spring/).
I went out to the garage to let the car idle a few minutes, then pulled the door down and probably won’t revisit there until the snowfall has finished and is cleared away. I timed my venture with the mailman’s arrival to get the mail in hand and without moving half a dozen rugs at the front door to retrieve it. I started to scurry back into the warm house, but peered up and down the street first. It looked like the snow was cleared sufficiently from the sidewalks so why not take a short walk and get the kinks out? I jammed the mail into my coat pocket and set out. One of my motives was to see the damage from the explosion in the garage around the corner from me that happened during the past week. I walk past this nice house and its large garage every time I go to Council Point Park. A large dog usually woofs at me as I pass by and his owner always shushes him and greets me as well. Amazingly, there was nothing left but the collapsed charred remains from this two-car garage – it was quite a sight to see. In lieu of all the fireworks in our neighborhood the last few years and the damage sustained to my roof this past Summer, when I heard the fire engines’ arrival and knew they were close by, I immediately worried it was related to fireworks. My concern is that fireworks were set off New Year’s Eve close by and so I wonder where the leftover fireworks that were shot off every night from Memorial Day and long into July last year are being stored? Probably in a garage. Well, the damage was distressing but I don’t know the cause so I won’t worry it was fireworks … for now anyway. It was cold but pleasant outside after the last few frigid days. I really was not dressed warmly enough for a long walk since I was merely running outside for a few minutes and I wished I had piled on a few more clothes and would have walked further. I noticed many people still have their outside Christmas decorations up and I’m sure they now wish they had taken them down and hauled them into the garage last Saturday when we had the balmy temps. All along my route, there were massive icicles with ultra-sharp points hanging dangerously from many a front porch awning or corner gutter. They looked like mini versions of the stalactites I remember hanging down when we stopped at the Mammoth Cave National Park in Kentucky on a family vacation many years ago. I took one quick trip around Memorial Park and then headed home. The snow was crunchy under my feet but it was not slick in the least.
As I got home and was pulling off my boots I smiled because I had just walked the first mile of 2014, and that measly mile gives me hope for perhaps another great feat with da feet before year end.