Saturday, January 9, 2010


I miss my no-nonsense Weather Channel. Now partly owned by NBC Universal, it's gone show biz. Goofy girls and guys. Segments on gardens and home decor and whatever...
Listening to some of the conversation convinces you the staff has been half-baked by global warming.

R.A.T. (Rose About Town) says "Rats!"
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P.S.-- GRRipe of the Day: The ladies at the Weather Channel are carefully instructing me on how to dress for the weather; even what to wear on the ski slope!


This morning when we left the house at dawn, we drove onto a road whose coated surface was still wet enough to reflect the deep blue of the morning sky. We seemed to be moving on a blue river threading through the freshly-clean white snow.
With multiple layers of snow and ice, the trees were crystal sculptures that preened themselves before our eyes all day, in temperatures that never rose enough to soften their demeanor.
But it softened ours; cold and inconvenient as it can be at times, winter has good things to share with us.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010


Across my country valley road, the ski hill throws its lights across the land, etching shadows in mysterious patterns on the snow and through the trees. It's artificial moonlight, but who would know?
The night is bitter cold and windy; the snow is falling heavy... It doesn't seem to phase the youngsters on their snowboards. I can hear their laughter; I can see their breathing turning into frost...
From my wingchair at the windows of my library, I watch their boundless energy propelling them atop three feet or more of cold, white global warming.
The kids are loving it, and so am I.

R.A. T. (Rose About Town)... observing worldwide global warming from her perch...

Tuesday, January 5, 2010


Today an elder citizen asked for my opinion:
"When they scan the underwear to detect sewn-in gels and other materials used in bombs, will they be able to tell if I'm wearing a bomb... or a senior diaper?"
I had no answer, and neither she nor I could stop laughing.
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Monday, January 4, 2010

Kevin's YouTube video

My youngest son Kevin lives in Geauga County, OH... His neighbors are both "Yankees" and Amish. This is his latest YouTube video... AMISH LONGBOARDER! on the posting below. Click onto it and enjoy!

Kevin Moore's YouTube video!

Sunday, January 3, 2010


If I had my camera here today, I'd share a photo.
The stiff winds are blowing all the snow off the trees and the left-over plant heads on my coneflowers.
They are sailing through the air in little round balls... looking very much like wind-blown cotton bolls.
Fun to watch.
R.A.T. (rose about town)






Yesterday was the time of a simple birthday party. The celebrant was Katie, the youngest daughter of my eldest son.
Her actual birthday had been weeks before, but the celebration had been deferred until the holidays were over. She was now 14.
Casually, I told her I remembered my own 14th year, and I did, but I didn't tell her that a shadow crossed my mind when I recalled that year; the year my father died.
On February 5, the night he died, I had returned home late from babysitting. As I entered the house, the phone was ringing, and I ran to answer it before it could wake my family.
How strange, I thought, that someone should be calling after midnight, when everyone but me had long been sleeping. Wrong number?
No; bad news was forthcoming; my father who had been working the late shift had died suddenly as his train was headed home through Geauga County from New Castle, PA.
That marked the harsh beginning of my growing-up, suddenly and painfully, embarking on an unexpected journey of hardship, worry and grief.
On this, my Katie's birthday, I kept that memory to myself... silently wishing my lovely granddaughter a normal, happy life in these teen years of her life. With the loved ones around her still intact.

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COMMENT JAN 5, 2010 from brother Ben:
You have steinbeck's ability to make the written word touch the soul. That would not seem an easy blessing to bear.
I read your Shadows of a Birthday Conversation with a keen understanding that only someone who was also there could feel. Dad's death and the ensuing aftermath certainly made for a long, sorrowful and harsh time in our family's life. It tempered some of us with a steely resolve, even as it melted the spirit of others of us to the very core.
I never really put those times in proper perspective until my time in Vietnam. The "lucky ones" over there would have given anything to trade places with us.
I thank God every day for forcing me to see first-hand what tragedy looks and feels like. In spite of the cranky image I love to openly project to the world, every day I have is a good day.