brr. part 213.

really. considering there's a large swath of snow/winter weather from wyoming to indiana, i won't be divulging where, exactly, X is when i say: it snowed today.

yes. october. early october. there isn't even heat yet in fair ck's apartment it's so early still. and yet this morning i walked vivien and nieve (ena and garvey's dog, the negative image of vivien) in swirling snow.

now obviously my name is inga, which means there's a fair chance i like snow. and i do. very much. especially when it looks like, well, the photos attached. and, sure, these are photos of snow in norway (okay, not my photos of skiing in norway, but it's likely oonagh destroyed the negatives once nils's destroyed her heart, but i digress), but i'd like to remind everyone that oonagh and i once spent a really fabulous ski weekend in norway and we literally skied around a mountain. and, sure, it took us eight hours and sure, nils's father, who is in his 60s, circled the mountain twice in the time it took us to circle it once, but it was a great vacation, one of the top 5, not least of all because of scandinavian airlines or because nils's mother made moose burgers (fabulous!) and after a fresh snow, took us outside to make candle holders out of snow we then put candles in and lit.

but i digress.

above = good snow.
snow in X in october = bad snow.

sniffle.

and by the by ~ if anyone ever, and i mean anyone, suggests writing a dlb entry, run. quickly. the other way.