Ice-a-palooza!

An ice storm moved into North Texas overnight, causing havoc and shutting the city’s transportation infrastructure down for most of Tuesday.  Hundreds of flights at DFW and Love Field were closed, as was Dallas Area Rapid Transit’s (DART) rail service throughout the Dallas area.  DART buses were running, but many were getting stuck or sliding around the ice.  The trains finally began running in mid-afternoon, but only operated on a 30 minute schedule for the duration of the day.

A record low overnight is anticipated, with the mercury plummeting to around 7 degrees Fahrenheit.   Wednesday looks clear, but highs only reach the 20s.  In fact, we won’t get above freezing until Friday.

Wifey drove me the 7 blocks to the train station, and we waited as the sleet pelted us.  The train never came.  I knew I was going to miss all my connections, and have to stand out in the weather at one point for at least 30 minutes for a bus, so I came home.  Luckily, I was able to work from home today.  I think I may do the same tomorrow.  I managed to be productive, and stayed safe & warm in the loft.

February is always our nasty, wintery month.  It doesn’t get cold here until January, and Feb. always seems to bring the horrible winter weather.  Luckily, this being the Sunbelt and all, these two months are all that constitute winter in North Texas.  By March we’ll be in spring, and we’ll stay gorgeous until June when the temperatures and humidity begin to rise.  Then, it’s summer from June through Halloween.  Truly, it is not at all uncommon for temperatures to hit around 90 all the way through October.  Then November and December give us our share of fall.

I love winter and all, but this is a bit too much winter for me.  This is why I never relocated to Chicago, etc.  I need my Southwestern sun back

30 Days – Day 3 – Something I Forgive Myself For

If you’re following this blog, you know I’m participating in the ‘30 Days of Truth‘ project I’ve seen on other blogs.  It’s helping me commit to posting every single day, since I’m also taking part in The Daily Post project.

Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.

I forgive myself for all the times I resented driving to the city after school, or work, to sit beside you in your hospital room.  I forgive myself for feeling bored watching that fucking hospital television set that never seemed to show anything good, and thinking how you were somewhere else, far away and not yourself.  I forgive myself for the many times I must have looked at the clock, waiting to “punch out” and go home.  I forgive myself for sneaking out of your room probably too often to go downstairs to smoke, or to masturbate in the first floor restroom, or to the record store – anything to get away from the reality of what was going on.  I forgive myself for hating that hour drive each way.   I forgive myself for only barely keeping it together when dad had to hold your head up while we wheeled you down to eat with the other patients, because you didn’t have the ability to do it yourself.

I forgive myself for being 16 and not always knowing what to do or how to deal with having to become an adult overnight.


Weeping Woman by Kamil Swiatek

Energy + Motion

This morning (thus far) has been one of those weird, ethereal mornings that really invigorate me.

I say weird for several reasons – it’s 4 days until Christmas and today’s high is projected to be 78°. Granted, this is Dallas, but still… Also, last night was the ultra-rare and much-hyped Winter Solstice lunar eclipse, which I missed. This morning’s drive was marked by a gorgeous sunrise behind me, and a full and very bright moon before me.  See below – sorry in advance for the cell-phone photo – didn’t do it justice, I assure you.

The air was warm and cool at once.  I was listening to KXT 91.7, our local NPR-affiliated indie station.  “Sun Hands” by Local Natives came on, and the combination of the morning ambiance and the tribal pulse of the song was intoxicating.  I had visions, wishing I could somehow just pick up from life and leave for the desert for a week or so, with just my camera, my journal, and maybe (maybe) a laptop.  And just be alone, in the desert, with my lens and the quiet.  What a glorious prospect.  I love my home life, the spouse & pup and all, but my heartbeat lies out amongst the dust.

Arrived at work feeling excellent, and ready for whatever.  I started pondering a new book project (one of several I have going on right now – more to come on all that).