The warmest temperature this past week was a balmy 82º. Gorgeous. Lovely day.
As I write this it is 31º outside, and winds at out of the north/northeast at 19mph, gusting to at least 40 mph. Which means that it feels between 17º and -3º out. A blizzard is blowing in and is supposed to bury us in 8-12 inches of snow.
It’s like a chill has gone up the collective spine of South Central Kansas. Which usually means only one thing: The Spooksmodel is returning.
Seriously, every time she comes to town, the temperature drops at least 30 degrees. It’s uncanny in its accuracy. Of course, she doesn’t usually bring a blizzard that would freeze Jack Torrance solid with her… this is something special.
I’m hosting a summit this weekend to discuss projects for the upcoming year… things could get interesting. I’ve heard a couple of the ideas that will be discussed; They might even make Scooter McCrea blush.
Plus we’re planning an experimental film duel. “The Catch” (he whose eyes my wife wants to pop out of his skull so she can stare at them at her leisure) is coming armed with Jan Švankmajer. I’m bringing Maya Deren. Who knows what the Spooksmodel will bring. That’s half the fun.
I’m hoping for a pleasant productive weekend, with a minimum of actual bloodshed.