Late December Ice-In

Despite a Thanksgiving snowstorm that left us without power for four days, the holiday season was warm and wet this year. It was a balmy 45 degrees on Christmas day. But after just a few cold nights in the teens and I wake up this morning, the last day of 2014, to see a thin, dark glaze on Lake Massabesic. With little wind and cold temps, my bet is that the near-horizon of blue ripples will be a bright white for the next few months, as soon as we get some snow this weekend. Happy New Year.

Swirl

It's been eight months since my last Frunobulax blog post. "What's up with that?", I ask myself. Lot of goings on this past summer and fall. Not all great. But life is amazing and I find time to go clickity-click here this evening, which is a blessing. Listening to MMW w/ John Scofield "Juice", check it out, great stuff. Didn't go to a single jammy event this summer. That sucks. Watched on Facebook as my pal Ben traveled from SPAC to Vegas to see Phish. Jealous. I guess, I could have found a way, but was so into my work I wonder if I could have really done it. Work isn't an excuse; it's a passion. A choice. I really want to make a difference. I have another few decades to knock it out of the park; a marathon, not a sprint. If Chris were alive, he would provide balance (through peer pressure). If Dave were alive, he would provide balance (through wisdom of counsel). Now the baton is in my hand.