|This was still early on in the snowstorm of 2008-9.|
Last night I had to pull another long night in a series of long nights, staying up until 2AM to make a deadline for an editing job. At 2AM we did not have snow. When I got up at 6:30 this morning, this is the sight that greeted my tired eyes:
Nora and I both like the view from the front window.
|This view is why we bought this house.|
|Nora is fascinated by snow.|
As I sit and type, the snow is slowly melting because the sun is out. It is beautiful. And it does make me wonder if we will actually have more snow as predicted.
Yesterday I called my sister to bemoan the fact that every time I hear we may have snow I get my hopes up only to have them dashed. The weather-guessers really have no idea what's going on, it seems. This makes me miss my grandpa, Bumpy. If there was one thing that he knew, it was weather.
Bumpy was a funny old man, always teasing, bringing donuts "for the kids," working long hours in his yard (until he was too old to continue that). He had his own vocabulary -- whatchamacalits, flew-wa-ditties, doo-wa ditties, fahaberdauberfaber, weather-guessers, wingnuts and dingbats. He also had his own turn of phrase, like "Believe it or else." "Or else what, Bumpy?" "Or else don't believe it!"
If we ever wondered about the weather, Bumpy would let us know what to expect. He would explain the weather patterns -- sometimes, if we were good and nice and paying attention -- and he was never wrong.
Bumpy passed away eleven years ago. Of course I've missed him over the years -- especially when a big storm threatens to roll into town and I want to know what will really happen -- but I find myself more nostalgic than usual right now. This could have to do with my Grama's recent passing. With the two of them gone, it's the end of an era.
And while they both were old and sick and had memory issues and we all knew it was time, our memories of them in their prime are still alive and well. In our rough childhoods filled with many unpleasant (and downright unhappy) memories, Bumpy and Grama were the highlights of our young existence. It is on days like today that I wish we could go see them, have a snowball fight in the backyard, and come inside to drink Ovaltine and have toast. (Hmmm, is this where I get my obsession with toast?)
|Grama in the 80s|
|Bumpy in the 80s (I think)|
Bumpy and Grama, I miss you.