So, right now snow falls on Eau Claire, WI. It started last night, initially melting, but it has been slowly building since early this morning.
Looking at the Eau Claire weather forecast, it appears that it will keep snowing randomly through Saturday, and on Sunday the temperature will rise back into the 40s - so it will probably melt again. Makes me wish I still had a pair of gloves, as Erika left my gloves in someone's car last winter and I haven't seen them since...
Snow always makes me reflective. It seems to quiet the world, not necessarily literally, but at least emotionally. A blanket wrapped around the earth, sliding over rooftops and framing our windows.
It's like the universal mute button. I know that wasn't very poetic, but that's really how it feels.
In my reflective mood, I'm reminded to post this question, as I replied to it on Derek's LiveJournal:
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, even if we talk every day, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you...
So yeah. What do you remember about me?
I remember you, speaking in a terrible Scottish accent, trying to steal my wallet right out of my pants pocket, with Leah. Numerous times. Sometimes it was funny, sometimes it wasn't. Oh, what a terrible accent.
Although this is not my most memeriable memory of you Trae; it is the one that first came to mind. It was just last week when we were watching Turkish Star Wars. People say you never forget those who you went through tough times with and I gotta say that 2 hours were some of the toughest.
"Funny and kind of scary" describes Trae in a nutshell.
On the presupposition that I'll never have to deal with most of you face to face with any regularity--- here's a very deeply personal/embarassing memory I have about Trae:
I was molested as a kid. When I finally was able and willing to tell someone what had happened, I told it to Trae, in gasping sobs, and he talked me through it. This is the worst time I've ever had with Trae, AND it's my best memory of Trae and what a selfless person he can be.
On a lighter note, I have plenty of memories of Trae's odd uniqueness--- like how he sharpens his drawing pencils with a pocket knife, or his absolute command of obscure TV show trivia, or him explaining to me--- in a loud, animated voice--- that Silence of the Gams is the worst porno ever made.
Obligatory Trae and Erika memory: The party at my place, where Buffalo kept trying to give a very sleepy and disoriented Erika a ride home, and me and all the other guys ran Buff out of the house, informing him bluntly that he would be leaving the party ALONE, after which we let Trae druive her home without question or incidence. We had decided at some point in the night that the only person we were willing to entrust Erika's safety to was Trae. It's a decision me and the boys are proud of to this day.
My earliest memory of trae: being in pirates of penzance in middle school. and when you couldn't grow a beard anywhere except on your neck and under your chin, so you did and called it an anti-beard or something stupid like that. Sitting in Payne's room and rocking out. or back when you still went by roadbustr and nobody called you Trae. and a crapload of other stuff.