Since I blogged about the beautiful snow. I’m not so excited anymore. That snow is still here. It hasn’t gotten warm enough to melt. And we’ve had a couple snows since. And another storm coming on the weekend. Had anyone told the weather that it’s not winter yet?
Poor Kali hasn’t wanted to go outside for a month. It’s too deep and icy for her aged body.
Ah so let’s see. I’ve shared my finished socks. My other socks aren’t progressing as fast.
Oh! I know! I haven’t shown sunflower progress.
Maybe I’ll be finished tomorrow.
And I guess I should give the final word count for Reflexions.
That’s where I was a couple nights ago. On the 30th I hit 33,003 and called it good. Teddy’s character is fun. I hope I can get all the bits to fit together like a real story. I reset a goal of 17,000 for December. I’m starting this first part reviewing all I’ve written so I can figure out where and when it is happening.
Hope you all are staying warm. Thank goodness we are!
Icy snow hasn’t had much chance to melt since it snowed so beautifully a couple weeks ago. Though pretty, still, the cold is getting old. Even blue skies don’t make it better. I’m fact, clear skies almost guarantee colder than norm temps. It is always warmer here if there’s a cloud cover.
So maybe that is why my mood has gotten less than sweet. My creative writing muses walked out on me. So no writing has happen for a couple days. Not sure what to do about that, or if I should keep the 50k goal or make it a little easier to reach.
One thing I have been doing non-stop has been knitting, tinking, and reknitting rows and rows of these socks. I think I finally have it right.
The heel turned on the top. That’s next on the bottom sock.
The NaNoWriMo stopped all interesting TV watching. Suddenly I noticed I missed a couple weeks of The Walking Dead. Yikes! So today I caught up. I don’t think I have any tears left! Two of my favorites didn’t make it. π
I’m almost finished with Sunflowers.
I’m getting back to knitting. Now that I get it, the heel turning, again, I need to practice.
I typed POGONIP into my browser. The above images and definitions are some of what came up.
Description
Ice fog is a type of fog consisting of fine ice crystals suspended in the air. It occurs only in cold areas of the world, as water droplets suspended in the air can remain liquid down to β40 Β°C. It should be distinguished from diamond dust, a precipitation of sparse ice crystals falling from a clear sky. Wikipedia
The word pogonip is a meteorological term used to describe an uncommon occurrence: frozen fog. The word was coined by Native Americans to describe the …
Dec 6, 2019 β The freezing fog so adversely affected the native peoples’ lives that they called it βpogonip,β which translates to βwhite death.
The meaning of POGONIP is a dense winter fog containing frozen particles that is formed in deep mountain valleys of the western U.S.. Did you know?
Dec 11, 2018 β The National Weather Service says that pogonip can also present itself as a dense fog that occurs during the winter months, containing suspended …
1968 DARE FW Addit NV, Pogonip . . [ΛpΙgΙnΙͺp]βA fog that freezes onto trees and bushes. When you see a fog in the mountains in winter, βthere will be pogonip in …
noun A frozen fog, formed in the coldest weather in the mountain valleys of Idaho, Nevada, and Colorado. When inhaled it often produces severe pulmonary troubleΒ …
Jan 2, 2018 β The term β popularized in part by The Old Farmer’s Almanac, which sometimes cautions βBeware the Pogonipβ β describes a wintertime cold spell …
Pogonip definition, an ice fog that forms in the mountain valleys of the western U.S.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ see the rabbit hole it can take you down? Anyway fog makes stagnant air so we still can’t burn trash. But here’s the beauty from my living room window:
Pogonip on the icicle.
Early morning pogonip on the mesquite.
Pogonip on the fence.
Pogonip on the rails of the porch.
No new snow but it is so much higher than yesterday. Pogonip.
Pogonip fog so thick you can barely see the driveway. And even the icicles have the pogonip crystals.
Pogonip on the sagebrush. The snow is already too deep for Kali. Oh, and pogonip on the badminton net nextdoor. POGONIP on the mesquite bushes makes it look like we’ve had more snow . But we haven’t.
Per Linda:Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is βstarts with or contains βcel.’β Find a word that begins with or contains βcelβ and use it in your post any way youβd like. Have fun!
Cellphone ready. While others share the cellular leaf changes resulting in reds and gold’s, here in the Oregon Outback, in a high desert town called Christmas Valley we skip Spring and Fall and move from Summer to Santa’s Winter.
Poor Kali can’t go out and play. It’s so deep she wouldn’t be able to move.
This is what today looked like on the only day for the medical team to drive 150 miles. Treacherous drive over mountain passes. Here’s what it looked like here:
Look at the blue sky!
At the community health center looking toward the park.
The park
The park
Here’s the crazy orange moon close to the horizon giving a street light competition.
Not the clearest picture. It was cold and I was standing on a pile of snow in Crocs. Okay. Dumb.
My first character developed after midnight. She has never seen her own face. Her reflective gift/curse is that she has always seen ghosts in the mirror or even the shiny ball when she was three. And the spirits talked to her and sang with her. Her parents thought that she was cute with her little imaginary friends. Tonight I shall dedicate the writing to All Saints Day. I hope it will be a meaningful write. (Word count 1,697 so far)
And it has been snowing since early this morning.
Sorry for the shaking. I was excited to see this beautiful scene. And grateful to have a bit of relief from the drought.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Books, games, music, and life β filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
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