My Own Private Polar Express

Here I am, right in the middle of this big storm hitting the East Coast.  It’s all people at work have discussed for the last week, and there’s a good possibility that I’ll likely be the only one in the office come Monday morning.  But for right now . . . well, it’s like I’m in The Polar Express.

We all know about The Polar Express.  It’s the weekend survival flight the Advanced Flight Two students go on if they want, and most want.  I’ve already written that Penny and Alex did theirs, and it’s a good certainty that Emma and Kerry will do theirs.  They’ll get jaunted off to somewhere in Canada, and using just simple maps compasses, they’ll fly back to the school.  They have camping gear and some food, but they’ll also have cold and snow.  Tons of fun, right?  Well, the kids who have thought about this for two and a half years do.

Last night I walked home from dinner, loving the snow as it fell, then grabbed my camera and headed out to get pictures.  While I have photos at various points along the walk. most are taken at the Capitol Building, which is like five blocks from my apartment.  And when these were taking, maybe an inch had fallen and things weren’t too messy.

Walking up towards Capitol Park.

Walking up towards Capitol Park.

 

And into the park.

And into the park.

 

Pine St Presbyterian Church, across Third Street from the Capitol.

Pine St Presbyterian Church, across Third Street from the Capitol.

These are up in front of the Capitol Building.  I walk this way to work every day.

Walking in from the south.

Walking in from the south.

 

Close to the main entrance showing the dome.

Close to the main entrance showing the dome.

 

Down the main steps looking north up Third Street.

Down the main steps looking north up Third Street.

But of course I got pictures of myself.

Yeah, just stand off there--

Yeah, just stand over there–

 

Now a little closer--

Now a little closer–

 

And I'm ready for my close up

And I’m ready for my close up

So I went to bed just a little tipsy ’cause I’d been drinking, and when I woke up this morning this is what I saw:

Looking north up Second.

Looking north up Second.

 

And south.

And south.

Everything was pretty much hell outside.  I’d promised that I’d go back this morning and get pictures, and I did.  But . . . it was a mess.  During the evening about eight to ten inches dropped on the city, and the sidewalks weren’t cleared at all.  Most of the roads were clear, but there wasn’t anyone out, and walking in the road was the only way to get around.  I actually got snow in my mukluks because there were areas where the snow was up over the tops of my boots.  In fact, up in Capitol Park, the snow was almost as high as my knees.

So now Harrisburg in the light of day . . .

Back in Capitol Park.

Back in Capitol Park.

 

And the building from Third Street with no way up the steps.

And the building from Third Street with no way up the steps.

The drive up to the building was clear, however, so I walked up–

The dome from the ground.

The dome from the ground.

 

Looking back at the Capitol from the park after the walk was cleared.

Looking back at the Capitol from the park after the walk was cleared.

 

Looking a lot more tired and less happy now.

Looking a lot more tired and less happy now.

At the end of the park walk is Willow Street and Third Street, one of the busiest intersections in the city during the day.  Now it was a ghost strip, ’cause there wasn’t anyone on the streets.

Looking into the intersection.

Looking into the intersection.

As I said you had to walk down the streets because there was about a foot of snow on the sidewalks.  So I did:  I walked right down Third Street back to my apartment.  I was like wandering through a snowy Walking Dead set due to almost no one being around.

Down Third.

Down Third.

 

Standing in the middle of the intersection of Market and Third.

Standing almost in the middle of the intersection of Market and Third.

Finally made it back to my apartment building and what do I find?

Snow.  What did you think I was going to find?

Snow. What did you think I was going to find?

There you have it:  Snowmageddon 3:  This Time It’s Personal.  And here it is, hours later, and it’s still snowing–maybe for another six hours.  But I did find time to get some video:

Don’t worry:  the zombies won’t get me.  At least I’m not in District 12 . . .

A Different Kind of Magic

There are times when you need to step away from your confines and move out into the public, because it’s necessary to remind yourself that, yes, there is one out there.  Which was the point of getting out yesterday–because it was there.

I did a drive down from The Burg to one of the easternmost points of the State of Maryland.  In fact, the person I was with and I headed over into Delaware for a little shopping, making that my first visit to that state.  But I was out on the road early, heading south at 6:30 AM, the live recording of The Wall in Berlin blasting from the car stereo.  It was such that just as I was heading north up I-95 out of Baltimore that Comfortably Numb came on, and the combination of the sun shinning, the light traffic, and the sensation of being all wrapped up in my little warm cocoon produced one of those moments that you don’t forget soon, or ever.

And remember the talk that I was getting a makeover?  Yeah, I had some work done on my eyes, and tried a new shade of lipstick.  I also combined that with the first wig I ever owned, and it brought about a radical change in my appearance?  How radical?

Don't mind me; I'm just showing off my pretty face.

Don’t mind the Lady Writer; I’m just showing off my pretty face.

Yeah, pink nails and eyes, and it’s really a good look for me.  The smile helps as well:  I was having such a good time yesterday that smiling came easy.  A few of my friends even pointed out that I appeared “radiant”, and for the first time I saw that in this and another picture.  As for the people who mentioned that I looked a bit like a suburban soccer mom:  I do, and I don’t mind one bit.  It’s better that I look like millions of other women and not someone trying to relive their twenties.  That would be the disco era for me–well, I do have some platform sandals . . .

During the two hour drive two and from Maryland and The Burg, I did think about my story.  I thought about a lot of things, and for anyone reading this that happened to be on the I-695/I-83 junction and saw some crazy blond in a CR-V singing as loud as she could, bobbing her head and doing a lot of arm motions like she was performing–that was me listening to Paradise by the Dashboard Light.  Yeah, I do that sometimes when I’m in the car.

The upshot of all this is after making it home, after checking updates and loading pictures and the like, after saying hi to people I hadn’t seen online all day–I tried to write and found myself just too damn pooped to do more than start the next scene and produce about two hundred words.  I was tired, sure, but the subject had to do with the death of people at my fictional school, and the mind simple didn’t want to wrap around that nastiness.

It had been a good day filled with life.

I’ll leave the talk of death for later.