Post 578: big fat fluffy snow day

I sat at my computer, oblivious to what was happening outside. I scanned down through my Facebook feed and came across snow photos of places within miles of me.

“Oh no!” I thought, “It’s snowing outside and here I sit oblivious to what’s happening outside!” Of course, you already knew that.

But did you know it was snowing my favorite big fat fluffy snow? Oh yeah? You read the headline? Hmm. I guess I’m the only one surprised at me today. Here’s a short film about the big fat fluffy snowstorm of November 2, 2014, in Western Nebraska:

What a wonderful day! If I thought I could get up again, I’d make snow angels!

My cats weren’t interested, much, however. Dougy kind of looked out, but he’s three and a half years old, a big boy now. He just kept on moving. Andy was in the background, but never really came to the door like he often will if Dougy steps outside to experience the snow. All the more big fat fluffy snow for me!

 

Post 577: old letters

I found some old letters I wrote home when I was in the US Army (December 2, 1969-November 30, 1972). I was looking for old photos I thought I had, but found this pile, most likely saved by my mother. I will read through them, for the fun of it and to get better dates on what I did while in Europe. Or didn’t: I found references to trips to Denmark and Spain that I didn’t take, probably because of motion picture jobs that came up.

Written during my first trip out of Germany, a job in Greece.

Written during my first trip out of Germany, a job in Greece.

Typed on a portable typewriter I took with me to Greece, apparently, though I don’t remember having it with me. Oh, for spell check! Computers make corrections neater, faster, and less obvious.

The thing I remember most about this trip was the six hole biffy, the Turkish-style squatter that was wooden planks over a trench latrine with six strategically placed holes. Burlap bags hanging over the opening offered some small privacy from the farmer’s beautiful (and no doubt heavily haired) daughter who made an effort to be across the ravine separating their farm from the camp anytime there were soldiers out and about.

This matter of privacy was a concern to one of the Green Berets on the trip, and he used the biffy facing in instead of out. His ill-placed “offering” converted the biffy into a five holer for the duration of our stay.

I never wanted to be a soldier, so I was very fortunate to be accepted for training as a Mopic photographer, then be stationed from July 1970 through the end of November 1972 in Germany.

I never wanted to be a soldier, so I was very fortunate to be accepted for training as a motion picture photographer, then to be stationed from July 1970 through the end of November 1972 in Germany.

Here I am, making a light check so I can set my exposure correctly. My team leader, I guess, took this of me when I was in Greece for a joint Green Beret-Greek special forces exercise involving a jump from a plane into the Mediterranean, a long swim ashore, followed by storming a hill and taking an “enemy” position.

The swim was in December. Ugh! I felt sorry for them and glad for myself that I had no aspirations to be a hardcore soldier! The motion picture photographer job in Germany and Western Europe was just fine with me!