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Well, Who Said February Would Be Easy?


Cardinal as snow falls on Feb. 1.

Cardinal as snow falls on Feb. 1.

Winter staged a dramatic comeback in these parts Sunday. It began Saturday with several hours of rain in the afternoon that transitioned, well after dark, to slushy snow.

Sunday was all about the snow. It blew and fell all day, and the day began fairly nicely in the 20s but the temperature steadily declined as the day went on. It was a day of shoveling and playing (briefly) with grandkids under a grey sky and occasional flakes.

Grandson enjoys the snow Sunday. Not sure it would be as much fun today--a much brighter day, but also much colder.

Grandson enjoys the snow Sunday. Not sure it would be as much fun today–a much brighter day, but also much colder.

Today was shovel day, the sequel. I am glad I shoveled once mid-day Sunday—the snow, since it had a slow transition from wet to white, was of the heavy kind on Sunday, with an icy layer underneath. It was heavy labor to move.

Monday’s shoveling, since Sunday’s had been done, was not as bad—the snow a bit lighter, maybe 3 inches or so to move—while Sunday I shoveled 7 or 8 inches.

I’m not done with shoveling yet, since I haven’t done the path to the back or the back deck. I don’t like to leave snow on the deck, mostly because I’m worried that if it melts there, some will come into the back door, but it’s not urgent to clear that snow right after it falls.

It was a bit disappointing to watch the early morning news on Channel 9 today, as both my wife and I were waiting for the M listings. Kirkwood had called it off, as had all local public school districts—would Mount Mercy toss in the shovel and call it a day?

Nope.

Grumble, grumble. But after breakfast, before I left for work, I put seeds in the bird feeders. And the early morning sun was riding in a clear blue sky and reflecting off the white coat that draped over the landscape. It was bitterly cold and beautiful all at the same time, and with chilled fingers (had to take gloves off to use the camera) I shot a few images. Here are some snow scene from Sunday. And here are some from today, Monday. Note how bright and pretty Monday turned out to be.

Warde Hall on Monday morning--blue sky, white tree. Sadly, it's an ash, so it wont' be here forever, but it looks pretty this morning.

Warde Hall on Monday morning–blue sky, white tree. Sadly, it’s an ash, so it won’t be here forever, but it looks pretty this morning.

It was the same on campus. I made it to MMU OK, the streets were snow packed but passable in town, and I even made it up the slick hill to the Warde Hall parking lot. Thank you, Rodrigo the Montego (so named by my youngest daughter, who owned the car for a while before passing it on to her parents).

Sculpture with shadow and snowy background, Feb. 2, 2015, near Warde Hall, Mount Mercy.

Sculpture with shadow and snowy background, Feb. 2, 2015, near Warde Hall, Mount Mercy.

I had to scramble to prep for my 10:30 a.m. class—it was already pushing 9 a.m.—but still I paused to shoot some photos. The morning light in the blue sky on the white snow was too tempting. It was just too pretty to pass up, a true winter wonderland.

OK, I’ll try to shut up now and join in the griping.

@@&**% winter. Ain’t it grand? (Oops. Sorry.)

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Flying Frisbees On A Fine Fall Day


Frisbee Golfers

Audrey, Ben and Nicole are ready for some Frisbee Golf at a park in Ames, Iowa.

I’m not sure if Mark Twain really said it—sources vary on the veracity of the quote—but golf has been called “a good walk spoiled.”

No doubt, if Twain did say it, he was not talking about Frisbee Golf. In recent years, we’ve started to enjoy playing that game now and then, and today was one of our finer rounds.

For our one full day “off” during Fall Break, Audrey and I went to Ames today to meet Benjamin for lunch. Ben also introduced us to Nicole, his girlfriend. She is a sweet young lady from Omaha who is majoring in aerospace engineering—they met in a math class. Well, they would. Sounds like a rom-com, no?

Nicole taking a shot.

Nicole puts the Frisbee in the hole as Ben watches.

Anyway, after a find repast of Thai food (Ben correctly forecast not just the eatery, but what his mother would order) we went Frisbee Golfing.

I can’t really compare it to “regular” golf because I’m not a golfer, but I suspect it has more appeal to me for several reasons:

  • It’s not an upscale game. You don’t have to pay fees or belong to a country club to play Frisbee Golf. It’s not something fat white businesspeople do to make deals. People don’t wear ridiculous outfits, drive around in silly carts or hire boys to carry around their Frisbees. It’s just you, your disc, your tennis shoes (or feet, in Nicole’s case) and the thrill of the throw. It’s very Wal-Mart rather than Nordstrom’s, and thought I’m not really a Wal-Mart kind of guy, the egalitarian feel of Frisbee Golf appeals to me, while the snobbery of that other golf does not.
  • It’s a walk through a real park. Not a good walk spoiled, but a nice park stroll enhanced. Nobody grooms and poisons a Frisbee Gold course until it looks like an artificial green carpet. Frisbee Golf is played in areas that are barely mowed. Frequent trees are part of the course. I think I would get nervous being out on a “real” golf course—the saccharine perfection of the greens would disturb me, and calling those regular lawn areas a “rough” is an insult to anything that’s rough. Being on a Frisbee Golf course, on the other hand, is to be out in a fine, slightly wild, real seeming Iowa park.
  • The company is grand. I’ve usually been Frisbee golfing with my kids, who seem to run to rather laid back sorts whose fierce sense of competition is more devoted to who can make the most awful jokes while out on the course. Ben’s gal Nicole seemed to fit right into that mold, chatting and laughing and joking along with us. No doubt, we’re obnoxious to any Frisbee Golfers who care, but fortunately most Frisbee Golf courses aren’t often crowded, so our dawdling, joking, 10-shots-a-hole style of play can’t disturb others too much, and we don’t let the golfing interfere to much with the strolling, the talking, the joking or the laughing. And that’s the way it ought to be.

We played hole 1 and hole 18 and some holes in between in a rather random, rambling fashion. It was a fine, fun, warm fall day to be out, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It was a good use of a sunny fall afternoon!

Your's truly

Your correspondent, as Nicole borrows my camera to take this shot of me taking my shot.

Ben and the tree

Ben and the chewing gum tree we found at the park.

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