Wednesday, December 10, 2008

December

It's been snowing recently -- all day on Sunday and Monday afternoon, and the temp is cold enough so the snow has stayed on the ground. This morning I woke to the scraping and beeping of snow plows at work. It's a good, old-time, reassuring sound. Civilization continues to exist. The government is doing its work. The roads will be clear.

Lying in bed, I began to think about cold mornings when I was a kid. Our house had electric heat, and some mornings -- after storms -- the power was out. Our parents would build a fire in the living room fireplace, and we'd get dressed by firelight. I can't remember for sure, but I think we had a gas stove, so our mother could make a hot breakfast.

The way I remember those winters is -- they were much colder than now, and there was lots of snow. Of course, I was shorter, so the snow drifts looked taller.

Hard winters make you appreciate the work that governments do. When there's a snow fall, and the plows come out, three of them in an angled row like half a flying v, clearing the freeway -- you think, maybe there is something to be said for the social compact.

2 Comments:

Blogger Elizabeth said...

Hi, we're talking about groups of SF stories set in established interstellar future historys on the Asimov's forum, and we were wondering a bit about some of your future historys.

If you have a moment this chilly December, we would love for you to stop by:

http://www.asimovs.com/aspnet_forum/messages.aspx?TopicID=1202&Page=1

5:00 PM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

Thanks for visiting the discussion! :)

9:20 AM  

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