December 19, 2009
Waiting for the storm materialize, it didn't seem possible that the forecast could come true, that there could be two feet of snow coming. We walked down to the local church to get a tree, joking and having fun with the guys. We walked back, carrying the tree between us, and the few cars that passed us honked and shouted Merry Christmas or somesuch. I don't know if it was the unusual sight of people walking with the tree, or if the impending storm affected their judgement, or if they were overcome with holiday spirit, but it was oddly touching.