The Polar Vortex is about to blow in up here on the lake, and I’m thinking of Thoreau, with his frozen ink and breaking up the water in his pail with a hammer. “Pity those who have not thick mittens,” he wrote in his journal. I’m up here in the attic with my fingerless gloves and the space heater, scratching away like Bob Cratchit…
“I take the opportunity each day offers.”
—Andy Goldsworthy
I usually feel a tremendous letdown the morning after Christmas — major “What next?” pangs — but this morning the sun came out so we walked our cranky selves down to the beach and made a bunch of driftwood sculptures. (This afternoon we might watch Rivers and Tides.)
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