Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to talk about the snow, and the planets. You may remember me from such posts as “And So It Snowed”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose, even though I’m walking, coming back from checking out the snow.
The snow fell early yesterday morning; when I woke up there it was, on the ground. Neither of us could believe it. Only about an inch (2.5cm) fell, but maybe it will melt into the ground instead of evaporating, the way is often does. That’s called sublimation, if you needed to know.
The wrought iron furniture there is pretty ancient, but not as ancient as that big pot, which the guy I live with’s grandparents called an olla, though maybe that’s not really correct. It’s been outside for oh, about ninety years, fifty of those years here in Colorado, where some of the clay did flake off from the cold, but it’s still intact. His grandfather used to toss garden clippings in it, and empty it later.
There’s nothing in it now.
You can also see where Slipper, a purebred border collie who lived here before me, chewed the wooden railing, right by the lower of the two birdbaths. He was kind of naughty; he must have thought he was a giant rodent.
In the evening I did some more exploring. You can barely see me wandering around in the garden, making sure everything is okay. You might not believe all the things that need to be looked at.
Later that evening, after the sun went completely down (the guy I live with explained to me that it’s our planet that turns, not the sun, which totally creeped me out, even though he’s explained that to me before), we went on our walk. It was about thirteen degrees outside. That’s -10.5 Celsius. Not really cold, for us, but it was windy, and that made the walk not as fun as it usually is.
Almost at the end of the walk the guy I live with told me to wait, and he took a picture of three other planets (besides the one I was on at the time).
That’s Venus at the lower right, then, very faintly, Saturn, and then brighter, Jupiter.
He said that Jupiter was 493 million miles away, and Saturn was almost twice as far away, 978 million miles distant from us.
We went on a really long walk this morning, because I felt like it, but I don’t think we walked that far.
He also explained that no one lives on these planets; there are no cities, or houses, or music, or gardens. No beds with sheets from Pottery Barn and wool blankets for me to lie on, and no TV to watch “Q.I.” late at night, before we go to sleep.
So it really sounded like we both made a good choice to appear on this particular planet.
Anyway, that’s all I have for today. It snowed, we saw planets, and not much else happened.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me settled in on the couch, as ancient as the olla, but much creakier and cozier.
Until next time, then.