This time of year, I feel somewhat like rodent in my burrow. From time to time, I'll stick my head out of my hole to survey the surrounding scene, then quickly dart back to the warmth and solitude of my figurative underground home. I just emerged from my burrow to stand on the rear deck in the moonlight, and take in the winter nightscape. Looking out across the frozen pond in the light of the one day old blue moon, Christmas lights were still illuminating some of my neighbor's houses. Some will continue on, burning their electric candles in their windows, until Ash Wednesday, when the beginning of Lent will usher in a period of abstinence and self sacrifice, culminating in Easter and the joyous return of Spring and self-indulgence!
But right now? Brrrrrrr! Winter is in full swing, and it's a mere 23∘F out there right now, and it's supposed to drop to a frosty 16∘by morning. I love the feel of cool air on my legs, clad only in a thin layer of nylon, but 9∘below freeing is a bit too much! Back into my burrow!
The Burrow isn't all that bad. Although admittedly a hovel, thanks mainly to my shameless procrastination and sloth, it is warm, and there is a comfortable chair waiting for me in front of the I- Mac, TV and radio. It's Saturday night, and as I type this blog entry, I have the TV turned on and tuned to a move channel with the sound turned off, and National Public Radio playing on the stereo. My interpretation of multitasking!
Saturday night on NPR is departure from their normal classical fair. It begins at 6:00PM with Garrison Keillor's Prairie Home Companion, a couple of hours of live theater, traditional American Folk, Country, Blues, and humor. Next comes a local show, created by a fellow named Page Wilson. Broadcasting from the Chickahominy Swamp in Hanover County Va., Wilson presents a show that consists of what he likes to call "real American mongrel music", basically it's just folk, country, and delta blues.
That's followed by another NPR show for the next two hours, called Mountain Stage, a collage of folk, county, blues, and low keyed country, jazz and blues inspired rock.
The evening culminates with a show of alternative, and progressive classic electric rock called The Electric Croude. (Yep! that's how it's spelled!) Billed as, "a broad sonic spread of progressive, folk, jazz and more", The Electric Croude, at just an hour long, is way too short, especially for a night owl, like me.
This is turning out to be a particularly long cold winter. It looks like I will be spending a fair amount of time in my burrow, so it is incumbent upon all of you, to help keep me entertained with your most interesting confessions! You haven't let me down in the past, so I'm counting on you girls to keep dishing it up! But don't worry, I'll be happy to continue doing the same for you!
Happy New Year everyone!