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A Little Bit of Life

It is a strange relationship I have with you blog. I’ve never pretended to tell you everything, nor treated you as a tell-all confessional. (I have The Rules, after all.)

And yet, when things are afoot that are not bloggable, I completely shut down and hide out, as if blogging something else would be a lie of omission.

I am crippled by my honest, yet private, nature.

I’m not being a tease, whetting you up for some big juicy reveal in a few weeks. There isn’t one. Life in the New Year simply took a sharp turn on many fronts, and I’m now working on things, waiting on things, and watching things that came quite out of left field. And are not bloggable.

What is bloggable is my frustration over the other stuff being not bloggable. Does that make sense?

Pop Quiz!

Q: How many swatches are in the picture below?

A: One.

In a (mostly futile) attempt to capture the accurate color of a swatch the other day, I started fiddling around with the white balance settings on my camera. I had no idea what I was doing, but obviously I was doing something, because that is the same swatch (a gorgeous tweedy moss green in real life) taken over and over with different settings.

I am easily amused, and also, not very good with my camera.

The Land of Always Winter

Eric and I once read a series of books in which, on the northenmost reaches of the map, beyond the known world, was a place called The Land of Always Winter.

Which is, evidently, where we live now. We live north of a remote area of MA, in a tiny town most people (even around here) have never heard of, perched high on a ridge leading to the highest point in the state. It has snowed almost every day for the past 7 weeks. Not always a lot, but some, almost every day.

It is otherworldly and almost magical. Especially in the moonlight, here, where there is little light pollution the moonlight is full and bright, and during the new moon, the stars shine bright and deep in the sky, you can easily imagine fairies or monsters creeping through the woods, silently stalking the snow.

Moonshadows exist here.

This is our yard.

This is our street, plowed.

It is strangely beautiful and peaceful, but I am also glad I have gallons of water stockpiled in the pantry, and also that we have two 4WD SUVs. All guilt over efficiency is gone, it is only mid-January and the weather and terrain have proven their necessity time and time again.

Do you remember when you were little, and snow didn’t mean shoveling and frozen hands on steering wheels and frozen locks and oil bills?

We brought EJ out in the snow one day, and he just laughed in delight at all the snow falling.

That was its own kind of magic.

6 Comments Post a comment
  1. Manise #

    Makes total sense. Hugs to you as you wade through it all. Good luck with the camera settings. EJ is so darn cute in the snow!

    January 20, 2010
  2. Jaclyn Pawlowski #

    Thanks Manise! :) There is something about little kids in snowsuits that just is freaking adorable. You should see him walk in it, it’s like from A Christmas Story, when the little brother is all bundled up and his arms are sticking straight out from his sides “Hey Ralphie, wait up!!”. ;)

    January 20, 2010
  3. Wow, you really have my number! I stopped blogging when I found out I was expecting for the same kinds of reasons, and now I can’t find a graceful way to introduce my 3 1/2 month old to the blog so I pretend it doesn’t exist! The blog, of course, not the baby.

    TMI in your comments already, but I can’t leave without saying thanks for sharing your winter wonderland. It is great to know that New England is what I imagined it would be somewhere (we recently moved to Boston).

    All the best with the non-bloggable side of life.

    January 21, 2010
  4. Jackie, I hope that everything will work out okay.
    EJ is adorable! I love that smile!

    January 21, 2010
  5. hey – what books were those that you and Eric read? they sound like something I would like!

    and i am supremely jealous of your snow, m’dear. SUPREMELY.

    January 21, 2010
  6. it makes sense.
    our roads are practically impassable in the snow with the little car i’ve got to drive, and i must say, i hate snow because of that, and because of all the things you listed, but yeah, the first snowstorm at night we went outside with the kids, and the trees were all covered, and it was a bit of magic.

    January 30, 2010

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