The snow is falling steadily outside my window. It seems not only two days ago, but an entire world ago that we sat on the front porch and listened to the Warriors beat the Gophers men's basketball team. I guess if we're going to follow the team, we'll either have to buy a ticket or move the radio indoors.
Two days ago, at the Winona Health Auxiliary volunteers' Holiday Happiness, there was no sense of urgency as we looked over the beautiful offerings from the gift shop during this annual sale. Plenty of time, we thought. But today, I've begun to worry about where I'm going to put the Christmas tree, and who is going to decorate it! Perhaps a trip to the Fantasy of Trees to be held at the Watkins Manor November 17 and 18, would be in order to find a nice little tree, already decorated.
Downtown Winona will once again be decked in greenery, and the businesses here are planning a series of events, so watch these pages for updates.
The kids will be home from school early today because of the snow, but I'll miss seeing them making snowmen, since I am now finally able to spend several hours a week in my office on Second Street. Twenty-one steps upstairs (and down) on crutches is a good way to build up biceps and keep the old heart pumping.
We were joking that there are so many of us with bum knees, hips and general aversion to stair climbing at the Post that the next capital improvement might be one of those stair lifts. But management is rather frugal, so we might come to work one day and find an old rope tow or t-lift from a defunct ski slope.
There's been so little snow these past years, I actually find myself hoping we get more than we've become used to. Snowy winters stopped about the time John bought a used snowmobile, and our cross-country skis and snowshoes are moldering somewhere in the basement, hidden behind the golf clubs, which were still being used this week.
Now that I've wished for snow, I must wish that I'll soon be walking without crutches. If you've never crutched through the snow or over an icy sidewalk, you haven't known fear. One slip and"¦you're back on crutches for another six weeks. There must be a better way! If I could only train the dog to pull a toboggan without stopping to sniff each and every tree and post along the way.
Enjoy the snow, short-lived as it will be. Welcome to another Winona winter.