Yesterday afternoon winter returned to the Mohawk Valley. I enjoyed bare roads and sidewalks in the morning, when I went for a run and turned in bottles and cans (that have been rattling around in my trunk for some weeks now, but never mind that). I was beguiled into wearing a pair of the little canvas sneakers that I love. My feet start to sweat after a while in running shoes.
Not good winter shoes.
In case you are wondering why I am not wearing full length pants or leggings, it is because I had a disagreement with gravity and the sidewalk while I ran, because I was trying to make a silly joke with a pedestrian. These were more comfortable for my skinned knee. When I went to leave the house to go to Herkimer Elks Lodge for Fish Fry, it was raining. I went back into the house for a raincoat but was too lazy to change my shoes. It started to snow before I got to the end of the block.
Of course it did not look like this right away.
At the Lodge, many were lamenting the snow, and I made myself very unpopular by singing, “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” and observing that the snow on the trees was pretty. “Pretty depressing,” one fellow said.
At least the fish fry was good, I carried my leftovers home carefully. The roads were not slippery, so I counted my blessings.
In case anybody wants to follow in my footsteps.
Once I got home, I took the pictures I have just shared, starting with this one of Frankentree, who is more tree than Franken these days.
No porch sitting last night!
So here is my late Lame Post Friday post. I almost lamed myself during my run but was not too lame to walk to and from fish fry. Local readers take note: Fish Fry continues at the Herkimer Elks Lodge Fridays through Easter. Come on down!
Mohawk Valley Girl 