Here I am, sporting a thin veil of patience while I wait for the arrival of Spring. In a month or so, I'll be knocking pollen out of these old cushions and sharing a sunny spot next to the dozing neighborhood cat. Yes, I can almost hear the tinkling of ice in my Campari...
Also, I cut my hair! I wanted to look like a little German boy. It looks like a mushroom cap / Lloyd from Dumb and Dumber / early Beatles mop.
I am on vacation. I am spending it in the house. These are pictures of my night tonight. I think I'll take a bath now because I need to wash my bangs. Hope this letter finds you happy and healthy.
Sullarniq: Eskimo for snow blown in through a doorway.
↑ "Nocturne in Grey and Gold - Chelsea Snow" James McNeill Whistler (1876)
Tuaq: Eskimo for lump of old ice frozen into new ice.
↑ "Hunters in the Snow" Pieter Bruegel the Elder (1565)
Qanipalaat: Eskimo for feathery clumps of falling snow.
↑ "Moscow. Red Square" Boris Kustodiev
Pukak: Eskimo for snow crust.
↑ "Ipatiev monastery in the winter light" Aleksey Savrasov (1870)
Nittaalaq: Eskimo for air thick with snow.
↑ "February" Grant Wood (1940)
Here's a little send-off from Kate Bush— it's my favorite song on her album 50 Words For Snow (2011):
For extra credit, check out the title track "50 Words For Snow". (SPOILER: Stephen Frye monotonously recites Inuit snow words, probably poorly, for eight minutes. It makes me feel like I'm watching performance art that I reaaaly shouldn't be giggling at but I juuust can't help it.