Two things happened today…sometime between midnight and breakfast time, the river rose a couple of feet, adding to the two-or-so feet of slow rise we've experienced starting the day after Thanksgiving; also, from mid-morning onward, we've had one snow squall after another pass through—little mini-blizzard fronts that could make you think winter might actually be on the way.
I'm glad to see both. We needed rain, after five months of serious drought. And while it's blustery and cold out there, I've not yet grown so old or coddled as to not be thrilled by the sight of the season's first snow. Falling snow always carries a hint of magic. Not that this snow is apt to do much more than give the leaves and grass an insignificant white frosting; when it's all over, we might end up with a quarter-inch down if we're lucky.
I've spent the morning running around to various office supply stores replacing a laser printer. The defunct one—an HP 1022 that's only four years old and has hardly been used, fell victim to the same lightening-induced power surge that ended up taking out my iMac, which I also recently replaced. The sad part is, the surge killed only the printer's ability to "talk" to the computer; you can push the TEST button and the printer prints just fine. If I knew how to replace the input module, I could probably fix this one for a few bucks. As it is, the bill comes to $244 and change. Technical ignorance doesn't come cheap.
Adding to the situation, seeing as how I simply can't bring myself to toss the old one in the trash (waste not, want not) I'll have to store it somewhere until I can find someone who'd like to have a go at fixing it—and thus ease my conscience by happily giving it to them. Sort of like finding a home for a surplus kitten.
Ahh-h-h-h…the snow continues to pour down. "The old woman's shaking her featherbed," my mother used to say. I'm debating whether to make a 55-mile roundtrip run to a bookstore on the other side of town to look for Christmas presents; it will be dark long before I get back. Meanwhile, the ground is turning whiter than I expected. In fact, I believe I'll up my estimate regarding accumulation—let's say a possible half inch.