There's still snow on the ground. Actually, there's a lot of snow on the ground, piling up into mounds that are bigger than I am, which I wouldn't have expected outside shopping center parking lots. It's not hard to get a heap of snow eight feet high if you have 600 parking spaces to work from, but when you're building it just out of the driveway and what gets pushed off the streets? That's the sign of excellent snow work.
So far it's resisted the menace of piling up dirt and soot to make the snow look awful, which is a nice change of pace. If we get a refresher bit of snow Monday and Tuesday this glaze could be looking good indefinitely, or until it melts, which based on the bulk might well take forever.
I took Saturday as the chance to drive out shoreward and get my hair cut, which indicates I'm getting into what is for me an almost obsessive pattern of hair-trimming. It hadn't even been two full months. That may not sound like it's very often, but I've gone as long as eight months without haircuts (though that was for good reason: I was an undergraduate then, and forgot.) This experience brought out the frustrating parts of humongous quantities of ground-based snow that isn't otherwise going anywhere. First, since I was trying a different route there, the street signs at key corners were more of a fantasy than usual. Second, the mounds of snow left not just parking spaces obliterated but also half the right traffic lane, making the drive all the more irritating and prone to stops because of people who just aren't into this whole steady-flow-of-traffic model of driving.
My barber was glad to see me, but also busier than I had ever seen him before, and I ended up waiting several hours, reinforcing my wisdom in bringing thick books along. However, he was busy talking with the many other customers, so our total conversation amounted to his asking how much weight I've lost and, before I could answer, telling me I was not to lose any more. Well, he was happy at least.
Trivia: Ice skating was first in the Olympics program for the London games of 1908. It was not at the Stockholm games of 1912; the organizers cited the lack of an available (artificial) rink. Source: Encyclopedia of the Modern Olympic Movement, Editors John E Findling, Kimberly D Pelle.
Currently Reading: The Maverick And His Machine: Thomas Watson Sr And The Making Of IBM, Kevin Maney.