The snow is getting deeper again...

The snow is piling up in drifts and mounds that cover the city yet again in a blanket of silence.
It's very beautiful, as it always is when we get a storm. Minneapolis is emptier than usual, many people using vacation days or sick time to wait out the weather and the driving. When I walk around in the snow, I feel like I have my neighborhood to myself, and it makes me smile.
It can be hard to get a really clean silence where I live, so I take what I can find and relish it while it lasts.
Meanwhile, no new sightings on PatrickStewartWatch:) Maybe the weather's making him stay in,
My grandparents sent me a birthday card that arrived yesterday. It had a cute cartoon puppy on it, and money--3 dollars, one dollar per decade, I'm guessing. Despite my now *exhalted* age, I think I am perpetually ten to my grandmother:)
(I think this is pretty common) I've been thinking a lot about family lately, the general concept and my personal situation--I talked about it a little on Cyn's journal, and with Brian over kalimari and rum-and-cokes last night. It's a bit long for me to do in here right now, but maybe at some other time I'll write it down, just to do it...

Ms Fledermaus, shaking the snow out of her hair.

Psychic experiences...

I was on a thread a minute ago about psychic experiences someone had with her dad, which made me think about how I felt about the subject. I often have experiences that can't be explained easily and have no concrete motivations to be faked or used, etcetera. And yet the vehemence of some people I know about the subject frustrates me--the will not accept the idea of psychic stuff, period, won't even countenance the thought, and think I'm naiive and delusional to cling to the belief. I think that there's something in that hard line that still acknowledges the strength of the idea even when it is denied--anything that has to be slammed as an idea holds some kind of power in the mind to make it a point of contention.
I would like very much to hear about other people's stories, and how they felt about them. Or those of you who think otherwise and why.

Ms Fledermaus, who prophesizes that she will have green pea soup for lunch...(Okay, that's a cheap lie, I have the can in my bag, everybody ignore that!!!!:))))))

The smell of the day...

Dark chocolate with a chocolate orange center...it's a little square of joy sitting in front of me, just two bites and it's all gone.


Ms Fledermaus, a bit of a chocolate snob. "Hey, You actually eat less of it if it's the good stuff, you savor it!!!"