Last Gasp of Winter

  Right now, I should be working on my Physics Lab but I am far too hyper to focus on it at the moment. Most Sundays, I am at my mom's house doing laundry and attempting to work on homework. Yesterday was much different from the norm. We had a bit of a snow squall as you will see in the following photos.

Snow storm at it's heaviest, dropped 2" in one hour!
My dog, in her snowsuit, showing off her snowstache. 

5.5" at the height of the storm
View from my back deck. You can barely make out the outline of the mountains.
This morning's Winter Wonderland. 
  Yesterday just seemed to be the perfect ending to the weekend. I was able to study more effectively, take small breaks, spend time with my fur babies, and ease my way into the new week. 
  Realistically, I did not want this weekend to end. I would like to redo Saturday but that is in the past. Friday night and Sunday were perfect. I dragged a friend to see Branford Marsalis and Joey Calderazzo perform at the Jefferson Center. (By the way, if you haven't signed up to become a bone marrow donor, please do! It's not invasive and you could save a life!) My friend is a very private person, maybe a should give him/her a nickname, Tangential?  My friend, Alise, called me Exponential in a former blog that she wrote and I loved it and created this blog from it. Oh, you need to read her blog while I am thinking about it, I even made it easy for you!
  I worked with Tangential at an educational institution and became fast friends. I enjoy Tangential's company for quite a number of reasons but mostly for their encouragement, wittiness, perspective on life, and a shared penchant for good Japanese food. This is a friend that is ever-expanding my boundaries intellectually and philosophically. From our night out, I have taken away the idea that maybe I need to simplify my life a bit. I have a lot of projects and very little down time, part of my ADDness. 
  After listening to Tangential's version of enjoyable jazz, which would sound like noise to an untrained ear, there is something that comes out of the chaos of life and plainly makes sense. I could hear the saxophonist counterpoint the lead guitar while the heavy-handed bass guitar and drums kept rhythm. I could even hear the saxophonist biting his reed in sweet desperation to convey, to us, his audience, the bursts of cascading thoughts as they clash against against the stillness of the night. Alright, maybe that is just me expounding and conjecturing but give my mind a little freedom to wander! 

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