There was something strangely thrilling about making it home Sunday night through 10° temperature, blowing snow (wind gusts of over 66 mph) and snow drifts that can stop a truck dead in its tracks. It’s the thrill of quite simply “braving the storm”. And sometimes when things seem really bleak and you are feeling quite numb from tragedies both near and far, a bit of courage is a rather awesome thing to feel.
Last night I decided to go into town to find somebody to watch the totally frivolous red carpet goings on for the Golden Globes. Watching frivolity is a way I can stop my mind from dwelling on bad things happening to good people and bad people getting away with crimes.
I decided to wear my sister’s mink because it was bitter cold and I wanted to be a little “glam” for the Globes even if nobody else around here was in this business but me and could care less. The coat doesn’t have very good closures. Just some hooks. Not good in the wind. But I only had to walk a few feet from the car to the bar, so I should be fine, I thought. Silly me. I forgot about Montana winters since it’s been unusually warm. Continue reading