The prompt for this week’s
Lost in Translation Thursday’s Special is:
This was yesterday’s view from my balcony at dusk.
Dusk in winter is so different than in the summer.
More gray and stormy looking with few wispy clouds.
Well, here we are again.
Schools and businesses closed today.
It rained, sleeted, and snowed.
It melted a little then snowed, rained, and sleeted.
What we have now is ice.
Is sleeted a real word?
Thankfully, no power outages in this area.
The rain, snow, and sleet is to continue off and on tonight.
What tomorrow will be like is unknown.
It will be icy in the morning but supposed to warm up a bit
and the ice will begin to melt.
Then the temperatures will drop and all the slush stuff will freeze
and Friday morning will probably be icy but the afternoon temps
should be more seasonal and maybe the ice will go away.
One can hope.
I know the pictures don’t look so bad especially to folks with tons of snow
but all that on the road is ice and that is bad.
Wonder if where I work will be open tomorrow?
Wonder if I will go to work tomorrow even if the store is open?
Nice to have the option to stay home but I do have work to do.
Teddy refuses to go outside.
When I was a kid we did not have all the tech toys kids do today. We did not sit around much and we certainly wouldn’t think of spending the day in the house. Even in the winter we went out to play in the snow. In the summer we would leave the house early and come back for lunch then be gone again until supper and then out again until dark. In winter we spent less time outside because of the cold but most days there would be some time spent in the fresh air of the out-of-doors.
We rode our bikes a lot. I rarely see a kid riding a bike anymore. Or if they are riding they are with a parent or other adult. I guess in today’s world it is not safe to let children ride and roam and explore by themselves. So sad. They are missing out on so much. Not just fun, but the time to daydream and think about what is important and what is not, the freeedom to figure things out. They miss out on the pure exhilaration of being who they are without adult restraints.
I think that I am glad I was a kid when I was. The world did not seem so scary and I think we laughed more. Life was not perfect but I think kids of my generation had more fun then the kids do today.