It has been nearly one month and 55 more inches of snow (nearly 80 cumulative inches in Arlington, MA) since my last blog post and I am more resolute than ever that Father Winter is not going to keep me down, even though he is truly giving it the ol’ college try. It’s not the snow in and of itself that’s the real downer, it’s the hassles it brings along with it. One thing I have learned about Boston is that the snow doesn’t shut things down, it just makes things take longer (i.e – getting dressed, packing for the day – extra shoes so you don’t find yourself in unattractive snow boots all day), move more slowly (i.e. – train/bus delays, traffic backups), and heavier (see packing for day). For all my complaining of the weather (Ken hears most of it – sorry Ken), I am trying to make the best of it here because Boston really is awesome. The architecture is amazing, the people relatively friendly, the restaurants spectacular, but I am ready to enjoy this city in warmer temps!
A born and bred Southern girl, I have always loved the heat of the summer and all that comes along with those long, hot, humid days. Up here in Boston, in the dead of winter, I find myself more and more frequently longing for sunlight and days spent lounging in it, my freckles forever multiplying. Even the ideas of hot car seats burning my legs and clothes sticking to me as soon as I walk out the door into air that is stifling and thick are appealing. Yep, winter here really is that bad.
All that said, there are two things that I have found to be positive about the ridiculously excessive snowfall.
The first is that, snow like this is “a great equalizer”. No matter your age, background, social status, whether you live in Southie or on Beacon Hill, everyone has to climb over inconvenient snow piles, inch from place to place using the nearly unnavigable post-snowstorm sidewalks, and deal with the endless delays on the T due to ice and snow on the tracks and cold weather related malfunctions. And, maybe I’m just displaying my glass half-full outlook when I list this as a positive, because when I really think about it, the only equalizing going on is probably that everyone is equally pissed at Father Winter.
The second, and only other positive I’ve come up with is that with all this snow on the ground is that the roads are more like trail than you can imagine. On multiple occasions now, I have laced up my trail shoes and headed right out my door for a run, enjoyed the dirt trail-like cushioning of the snow, got a full body workout from maintaining my balance on rugged terrain thanks to the ice, slush and snow piles, and had to do some quick thinking when approaching suddenly ending sidewalks due to 4 foot high snow drifts. So, even though my foot is not 100%, I am enjoying some short runs, taking the road to the Minuteman Trail which I will not be able to do when all this snow melts.
I know that I have left out the beauty of a new fallen snow, but it’s just not all that beautiful to me anymore. I’ve been looking at it for over a month now and a lot of the snow is now dingy with salt and dirt and the tracks of weary commuters trudging through.
Well, enough about me and this crazy Boston winter. Let’s talk about the “Ke” of KeJen!
Ken has now been at Camp Stone for more than 2 months. What does that mean? That means we are more than 1/3 through Ken’s deployment and have only about 120 days remaining! Ken is doing well. He is, of course, working hard most hours of the day doing his part to protect the United States and make Afghanistan a better place for its people. When he’s not doing that, one thing he is doing a lot of is working out. He and a colleague are working out six days a week. He is doing a lot of running around the base, riding the stationary bike and doing weights each day as well. He is going to get “swoll up” (his words, not mine). Interestingly, he noticed that while running he was out of breath more quickly than usual. He realized why when he found that he is sitting at about 3,100 feet. This is going to give him a definitive advantage when he gets back to Boston and is running at 141 feet. Ya know, I don’t care if he beats me, I just get excited thinking about the day that we can go running together again!
Ken is also watching lots of movies (the latest being Due Date which he said I should watch if I have absolutely nothing else to do) with his colleagues, doing some reading with G and Sam, two Afghan liaisons with whom Ken works closely (they are going to get started reading The Kite Runner soon) and truly enjoying each letter and package he receives.
Speaking of letters and PICTURES, how many of you have gotten started with Ken’s Photo Challenge? I haven’t but the competition is on. Let’s bombard Ken with pictures. Need a little reminder of the challenge? Click here.
Then, there are the gifts Ken has received that took him by surprise and brightened his day like the brunswick stew that Terri sent or the thermometer that I sent him so he could no longer reply to my question of “What’s the temperature there?” with “Does it look like I have a thermometer in my pocket?”
The next couple of pictures are from a couple of weeks ago when it snowed on base. I guess after I asked enough times, Ken thought he’d send me some pictures so he could show me what the weather was like at Camp Stone in hopes I’d stop asking. Ha. I’m just kidding.
Anyway, It really hasn’t snowed all that much since Ken’s been there (I think it snowed a bit yesterday though) and he has been pretty fortunate that the temps have been fairly reasonable. I am glad it’s not too cold since he is sleeping in a sleeping bag in a building like the ones below.
How’s winter treating y’all? Anyone have any tricks to make these remaining months of winter a little brighter? Shoot them my way! You can always email Ken ( ibkenh at yahoo.com ) or myself ( jen.barker at gmail.com ) to say hello. We love hearing from you.
Stay in touch! Ken and I are looking forward to seeing you all in a few months!
PS – Never have I had faith in Punxsutawney Phil to predict the weather with accuracy, but this year is different. I’m desperate for Spring so my bets are on the groundhog.