Mom's Turn

What with all the lack of excitement in my life these days (no complaints--love the peace) and a raging blizzard hitting the east coast, I turn over today's blog post to my undaunted mother. Here's her email today:

Gym: Front Deck - 20 and sun and wind
Company & Music: 8 chickadees
Cardio: excellent
Arm muscles: yes
Leg muscles: yes
Weights: roof rake
Resistance: 7" snow
Reward: large mocha hazelnut coffee

And here's a photo of downtown Fort Collins today around 2:30 p.m. where I was enjoying tea and a magazine. We were supposed to be getting snow too. Hmm. (yes, those are port-a-potties in Old Town. Klassy, you may say, but it beats people peeing regularly on the sidewalk like in other cities).

Enjoyed my tea in this cup, familiar to snowbound New Yorkers, made me as nostalgic as this. Reading my new Tricycle today, came across a story about Cambodian monks and the surreal statement that the Khmer Rouge had outlawed nostalgia. 

Later, upon emerging from the Lyric Cinema where I saw this year's Oscar-nominated live shorts, we had gotten an inch of snow--pretty much a non-event. Great collection of films by the way--provocative and satisfying.

So thanks, Mom, for your story. And can someone explain how you outlaw nostalgia?