For all the nice weather and melting this weekend, it’s now snowing hard. It went from rain to sleet to snow in ten minutes as I drove home.
Since it was so nice yesterday, we took a walk through a nearby city park. It has a lot of hiking trails; probably too many. We kept hearing melting snow falling off of the trees and thinking it was a bird or an animal.
The park has a big hill for sledding. For some reason, nobody was out yesterday afternoon, but they left lots of evidence behind.
We looked for some signs of animal life. There were some birds. We found a couple of burrows in the snow, but no tracks. One hole had ice crystals around the edge; I believe they came from the condensation of the breath of whatever was living down there.
1. “Break open the bubbly, Miss Zweig!” the mayor exclaims to his secretary.
2. He sweeps her off her feet. “We got $500,000 dollars for the property on industrial way, one million for road repair… and donations toward my re-election!”
3. “And all I had to do was sell this town to an alien scientist,” he mutters to himself, feeling guilt as the alien carries her away.
1. “So you want to build a state-of-the-art research lab in Terminal Moraine?” the mayor asks the alien. “Correct, Earthling Mayor!”
2. “And there are dollars in this project for my cooperation?” “Indeed! But first…”
3. “…I must evaluate your town’s infrastructure.” “I hear that flushing sound again,” thinks the mayor.
1. The mayor mopes in his dingy office. “My political career is in the toilet,” he thinks.
2. “Might as well sit back and enjoy the downhill ride,” he thinks, reaching for a martini. BZZZ, the phone rings.
3. “Mr. Mayor,” his secretary calls, “an alien scientist is here to see you.” “Crap,” he thinks, head in his hands.
1. Towns need law and order… “My dandelion garden!” frets the alien as the flamingo-bot munches his dandelions.
2. …a need filled by “The Karate Fungus…” The Karate Fungus practices the crane stance on a piling by the sea.
3. …defender of peace and justice! The Karate Fungus comes to the rescue with a flying side-kick and a “kiai!” “Ar-honk!” groans the flamingo-bot. “Huzzah!” exclaims the alien.
We had another snowstorm yesterday. Snow on top of slush, which is now frozen. It’s what I always imagined Europa to be like.
We saw a bunch of short plays written by local wrights and performed by a local theater group, the City Circle. Seeing something original and creative is fun. Most of the shorts were humorous. The most clever and least humorous was “Four for Prayer”, about four versions of Heloise (of Abelard and Heloise) from different stages in her life who meet in a chapel. They all have different perspectives on her relationship with Abelard.