Snow events

This is the second morning in a row we've awoken to light snow.
Friday I met my friend Susan at Perkins for breakfast and although the roads were okay, business was so slow they were sending some of the wait staff home.
Saturday I got an email from the school district announcing that all district activities were cancelled -- except for the Middle School Lego Robotics tournament. This didn't surprise me: I've been to some of these tourneys, and the participants are intense and focused competitors, with astonishing talent and creativity. In 20 years we'll be reading an interview with the next Bill Gates or Steve Jobs and he or she will be reminiscing about learning to write code as part of Lego Robotics club.

Connecting

I was taking down my Christmas tree a few days ago, and as I was sweeping up the needles (very few; it was a great tree) I recalled a fond memory from 1979.

Like most of my college class, I spent my junior year studying (I use the term loosely) overseas. This was long before e-mail, cell phones, and Skype, and Europe was much more remote. Trans-Atlantic calls were almost unheard of: you had to book them in advance with the college porter, Colin, and the quality of the connection was deplorable, full of echoes and delays.
So my mother and I communicated via letters, written on blue, tissue-paper-thin mailers that could be folded up and sealed to create their own envelope.
I received one letter from her in January. I slit the edges immediately and eagerly read all the home news, but what I remember most is the fact that she had disobeyed the strict injunction against putting any enclosures in these mailers -- and had sent me a few needles from our family's Christmas tree.
Thanks, Mum.

No place like Homeville

A foxhunting friend reports that during a recent meet her horse was so hyperactive ("Rodeo Boy," she dubbed him) that for safety's sake (her own) she decided to call it a day. She asked her fellow riders how to backtrack to the trailers parked near Homeville, and they pointed her in the general direction.
She rode along the perimeter of a few fields and flagged down a mail carrier approaching in his vehicle to confirm what road she was on.

To her dismay, he didn't know. He was just filling in, he said, and all he could tell her was that he had turned off Homeville Road nearby.
She knew exactly where to find her trailer from that point, but wouldn't you think that a person delivering mail would be a ready source of accurate information about road names?

Remember Jim?

I'm sure a lot of folks have fond memories of Jim Robinson, our former Postmaster in Unionville. He and his partner are living in Evergreen, Colorado, and I received a sweet Christmas card from them. "No snow yet!" he reports.

Crunch time

Every January lots of folks make the praiseworthy resolution to get in shape, and a certain proportion of them will join the YMCA in order to do so. The result is that during the first few weeks of the year, the Y gets unusually crowded. This morning, a sign at the Jennersville Y announced a 30-minute limit on the cardio equipment (I disobeyed; nobody was waiting), and I'm told there has been double-parking in the parking lot of the West Chester Y. Unfamiliar faces can be seen walking the track, testing out the fitness equipment, taking a dip in the pool or doing an aerobics or yoga class.
But by the end of January, sad to say, most of them are gone. It happens every year.
If you want to stay the course, my advice is to find an activity you like and to make working out part of your schedule. The Y is open all kinds of hours to accommodate busy people; some high-powered local executives I know get their workouts in before dawn.

For political junkies only

Each January, the board of supervisors in each township in Pennsylvania is required to "reorganize," part of which involves electing a chairman and vice-chair. In a brief session on Jan. 3, the West Marlborough board decided to keep the same officers as in 2010: Bill Wylie as chair and Mike Ledyard as vice-chair. The third supervisor, Hugh Lofting, will remain Roadmaster and Emergency Management Coordinator. Shirley Walton remains township secretary-treasurer.
Mr. Wylie is president of Mitchell, Sinkler & Starr, investment advisors in Philadelphia. Mr. Ledyard is a partner with Morris James, the Delaware law firm. Mr. Lofting owns Hugh Lofting Timber Framing Inc. in Kennett Square.
Supervisors' meetings are held at 7:30 p.m. on the first Tuesday of each month, preceeded by the Planning Commission at 7 p.m. Despite West Marlborough's small population (fewer than 900 people), these meetings attract a loyal following to the township building, which is a comment either on our civic-mindedness or our boundless curiosity about our neighbors.

Could be worse

A commenter on my blog asked me if stink bugs make a sound.
Not that I've noticed. As they fly they make a droning, monotonic noise, lower in pitch than that of a darting hummingbird. And then they make a quiet little "thud" as they land on the windowsill or wall.
Certainly I make some noises, and often some very unladylike ones, when I see, say, the 27th bug of the day, and just as I'm getting into bed for the night.
And an East Marlborough reader reports an alarming symptom of stink bug overload: she finds herself "mistaking nail holes, bits of dust or leaves, etc." for the little creatures. I can SO relate to that.