letting it lay

As I played drums for only the second time in months last night, the snow happened. Things outside became quiet and heavy, just as I like them. We made it home alive, and, after a lengthy phone talk with the mother, I settled down with soup and Satie (Gymnopedies I absolutely melts me). Things could be much worse.

Also of note: today I went to Veracruz (the little Mexican joint in Oakland) for the first time in several weeks and was greeted there by a massive Christmas tree on the counter, under which resides a full nativity scene in miniature, including a bicycle made of foil and plastic lids leaned against the stable and a turkey the size of Melchoir. I recommend a visit to see it for yourself if you haven't yet -- just for the sights if nothing else.