It’s been a typical St. Louis week, weather-wise: a 70-degree day with winds so strong the cottonwoods bowed, followed by a winter storm that left a thick glaze of ice over everything. It happens. As much as I like to complain about the weather here, there’s a reason that I get antsy wherever I’m in a place that has consistent weather for more than three days in a row— it makes me bored. Granted, in St. Louis you’re guaranteed suffocating heat and humidity for about five months straight, but at least there are lightning storms and tornadoes to shake things up!
The ice storm was certainly pretty; I enjoyed walking through the park near my house and gazing at the frosted trees as slivers of ice melted from their branches. That’s the magic of winter.
On Thursday I attended the first “Round Table Meeting” for the Historic Frenchtown Association. We snacked on chips and salsa and discussed ideas for the neighborhood. I left with my head spinning— there are so many things we want to do, but making them actually happen involves a lot of nitty-gritty permit applications, committee organizing, and grant-proposal writing. I had to remind myself that change is gradual, and that everything happens one tiny step at a time.
Overall, this week has been fairly quiet. The semester has started again so now I spend most of the day sitting at the computer, typing comments with a space heater on my left and a steaming mug of peppermint tea on my right. Ah, winter.