snow sends swarming siskins seeking seed satiation.

it seems a bit of a let down…this 4 inches of snow. 

pretty, but disappointing. 

great base for skiing, once the groomers get off their asses and hit the trails. 

yesterday was spent stacking and covering wood and removing the detritus of my paltry existance from the yard where, if such steps were not taken, come january i would wonder what those bumps were under the snow.  i finished just as the heavy stuff started to fall and then sat in front of the jotul until i unceremoniously went to sleep at 8. 

that seems so wrong.

solar panels were covered with a crust of snow this morning and so i put on my flip-flops and scraped until most panels were free.  heavy clouds right now so mr. infra red will likely not have much of an impact on me today. 

flip-flops in 4 inches of snow.   

i don’t know what i was thinking.

i’m all over this…the snow and cold and winds like maniacal bellows,  off the lake.  

bring it on john dee, meteorologists, lame-o snow birds.  those who bitch about any season besides summer,  for i am truly ready….

….for life flight.

ski season sits on the front porch like a familiar, former girlfriend who never accepted i didn’t hear her knocking at the door. 

i heard you. 

i was just waxing my skis.   

when the snow comes, i have my priorities.

if it comes as they say it might, i will gladly shovel my 200-foot long driveway by hand while the nearest neighbor fires up a  many bowls and drives back and forth on the road, piling a 3-foot drift in front of my humble abode, using it as a non-verbal, yet common form of communication on superior’s north shore known as “fuck you neighbor.” 

i’m all over this.

bizzatch.

wind and snow and cold and subtle suggestions from former and future lovers cats.

winter sends me into a prose-filled tizzy.

i am (again) a poet.

i am (again) centered.  at least until march.

evidently, my decision to reveal the salacious side of my life has resulted in a two-fold increase in readership.

four people are now reading this blog.

that’s good, because i am all about voyeurism. 

and owls. 

it is a day off from the rigors of public service and my smarmy approach to life  is evidence thereof.  there is much i could do, but why do it on my day off when the week-end is looming like stomach cramps after a happy meal.

plus, there is a new container of stinging orbs on the table and the squirrels are getting brave.

now that’s entertainment!

if winter arrives, the first 3 weeks of skiing will be painful.  i have started walking and am beginning to mix in a bit of running, even though it is hard to distinguish the two when i am so engaged. 

yesterday, i received a letter from a citizen who was less than happy with my direct approach to problem solving.  i am not sure, but i don’t think it is physically possible to fit that appendage up my ass.  maybe after some wine and onion rings, but never upon demand.

silly bastard. 

any day the sun shines is a good day off the grid.  it is shining today.  full and unadulterated, with nary a blemish.  sam and moose are sprawled like sea lions on the couch.  lazy cats.

lazy cat owner.

shoulders have lost some of their slouch. 

come on snow. 

i think i have a better perspective now. time will do that for the downtrodden.

not that i’m downtrodden.  perhaps naive, perhaps dumb as a fencepost. 

nevertheless, i eagerly await my perspective if i turn 70. 

and just as george w. bush did when he got back up off the floor and finished watching the football game and eating his bag of pretzels, i will persevere. 

perspective, me boy.  that’s it. move forward.  unslump those shoulders. stay away from heroin and buffalo wings.

while lutsen mountains are pleased to announce the start of snow making, i am an enthusiastic believer that winter does not start with the advent of making artificial snow. that’s just wrong.

many rifles in the woods this morning.  many gunshots.  no  life flight yet.  it’s coming.  it has been my experience that at least once every hunting season, someone wanders onto my land with the look of exasperation.  most of the time it’s my neighbor, after a 24-box of miller light.  sometimes, it’s a lost hunter.

as an owl aside, i am trying to figure if i will continue with my spring surveys.  lotta work, little reward. 

story of my life.

after my public service was done yesterday, a couple of co-workers and i engaged in conversation, seasoned with several “bell’s two hearted ales”   🙂 .  we got into an interesting discussion about karma, collectively agreeing we were all on the debit side of karma’s audit.  good shit’s gonna happen.

but it always happens to someone else.

stick a fork in it.  the migration has come to a (non)ceremonious close.  oh, there may be a couple of stragglers, but my idle time spent in mindless contemplation is more important than them.

now, it’s time to watch hockey and curling.  oh wait…i don’t have tv. 

i am moving forward.  still confused and a bit ambivalent.  i need to start doing drugs.  or something.

i know…i’ll ski.  yes, that should do it nicely. 

i’ve had a red-bellied woodpecker at my house for the last couple of weeks.  she’s a noisy girl.  so far, the “native” peckers don’t seem to mind her fine self.  

melancholy.  still.

it probably shows.

winters’ arrival has been confirmed. 

three female pine grosbeaks sang in the early morning from a spruce overlooking the trays of sunflower seeds.  i needed to hear that; needed something to change the direction of my funk; something to affirm rather than remind. 

the landscape sits in limbo.  brown and gray.  complacency. 

soon, the ski trails will bear the brunt of my poor technique and uphill cursing.  as i get older, pacing has displaced youthful exertion. 

“take your time”  i say to myself.  “nothing will change.”

insanity is doing the same thing over and over while expecting a different result. 

next time, it will be different.

the last time nervous flatulence and owls were combined as a feature in my life was in 1996, on the occassion of my m.s. thesis defense.  i set the bar pretty high that year and blindly thought it would never be raised, until mrs. russ’ 5th grade class arrived at my house for an evening of owl banding last night.

braggard. shy. nervous. spontaneous. caustic. charming. sweet.  innocent. lamentable. irksome.

cherubs.

what is not to love about a fifth grader?

alas, their patience was rewarded with a lone saw-whet, which only pointed out how absolutely patient and unmanipulative i have become in my path to being a certified owler.  

i just wait and don’t really care if anything happens.  

perhaps i am avoiding something.   

the kids couldn’t wait however and so, as their caravan moved down the driveway, i was chagrined to find a long-eared in the nets.  i gathered it and ran after them, shouting “wait…i made expresso…” was going to entice with the owl but by then, they were on the highway, moving towards all cardinal directions. 

in 2008, a similar event occurred, but with boreal owls…the bastards.

and the cherubs.

someone turned off the switch…shut the owls down and reintroduced me to the monotony of owling. boredom. distractions. clock-watching tedium. 

but wait, wasn’t i just welcoming a break in the action?  wasn’t it just tuesday night that the winds picked up and i was able to sleep for a glorious 11 hours and forget all the woes of life, work, love and indecision? 

regrettably, that was me.

last night, i was joined by my nephew and his buddy, for what could have been a banner evening.  alas, the tinny moonlilght appears to have put a damper on owl migration.  i did, however, catch a long-eared owl which is, next to the boreal owl, my favorite owl to capture, band, and lament it’s skin-piercing abilities.

thursday’s fifth grade outing was postponed, due to winds..  i made the call in the afternoon, after hearing the robot-voiced forecasts from the nws. those fucking robots are teasing me; mocking me.  i know they are.

alas, night came and i had good conditions.  not many owls, but good conditions.  

if there is an “o” missing in any of my words, it’s my keyboard and not the keyboardist, damn you.  

someone at work asked me if “i am smarter than a five grader”.  

i don’t know.

the stomach ailment and winds arrived at different times and on different days, but they both left in the same way:  bellowing gusts of expired air.

my banding streak has ended and i have regrouped a bit, but i’ll deploy again tonight and see if i can tough it out for a couple more weeks.  this time of migration, one never knows what will happen and boredom shall soon be my nocturnal assistant. 

the subaru died at the dealer, which was some sort of sign of karma for what has been a karma-free zone the last week or so. 

she knows who she is. 

the north house stint is over and it was fun to engage the curious in an evening of owls.  some even got to experience the pleasures of owl talons, though i vowed i would never talk about that again. 

never again.

there are still several pushes in front of me, but none will come with an explanation point of owls.  more like a semi-colon or colon.

just like the winds.

about half-way through my relatively unspectacular bout of banding last night,  i sensed that digestively, something was wrong.  my stomach began to roil and turn circles. 

i get excited when the owls are on the wing, but the only thing i can relate to this sudden onset of culinary crud was either the haralson apple i had eaten, or the chocolate, garnd marnier-soaked frosting atop a banana cake that someone was offloading at work. 

let me see…apple or cake?  i’m still not sure.

yet another evening of favorable weather, but it was slow.  ten owls in 3 hours which nearly equaled the nuber of times i had to run to the bathroom. 

not that intestinal peristalsis has anything to do with it.

my car, the subaru of my dreams, will implode soon.  it is inches away from sucking a valve and throwing it through the hood.  i had a vehicle lined up in grand marais, but this morning, the owner said he didn’t want to sell it. 

great. 

blog damnit. 

the fifth graders of sawtooth elementary will be in the house on thursday.  it is a fun experience and now, some of the original participants are in their senior year of high school. 

time flies when you’re having fun.