A Number of Frozen Balloons

The smile (?) on the face of the snowman

Feeling a bit frozen this weekend – no, not that – due to a heavy snowfall, and life events.

Heavy for round here that is, it isn’t the snow of my Michigan childhood and young adulthood. Yesterday I did something I haven’t done in a very long time: went out by myself and took pictures. Specifically, pictures of the nearby Hyde Park Cemetery, where I’m one of the Friends.

Cross of Sacrifice, with a snow covered poppy wreath on its base.

I suspect this blog is going to be mainly pictures. I was supposed to be writing with an online group today, but for whatever reason they didn’t get in touch. I don’t feel up to the detective novel, though I wrote nearly a thousand words on Thursday, and edited the whole document yesterday. Sometimes I write a blog when I can’t write anything else.

Back to “Frozen”, I’ve never seen it: I don’t have a child, and my mother disapproved of Disney; I think it was the art. My mother was a woman of strong opinions.

I’ve just listened to the song, however. I remember working with a colleague who was a father of three, who said there was something very strange about listening to a three-year-old singing “let it go”. What did they have to let go of? he asked. I don’t know about three-year-olds, but I can remember being an absolutely terrified nine, caught up in a situation which for whatever reason I can’t remember, I couldn’t tell anyone about: not my parents, not my teacher, not even my big sister.

Leaning gravestones at Hyde Park Cemetery

I’ve shared before my interest in cemeteries, and how an acquaintance thought it was odd that I was involved with the Friends, despite not having any family members buried there.

Why 99 Frozen Balloons? Well this was the song that was in my head when I started to write this. Don’t ask me why, I don’t claim to be totally in control of my subconscious mind. I’m not sure if I’d be a better, or worse, writer if I was.

The snowman, and nothing but the snowman … except the wall he was leaning against, of course

Part of the reason I’m feeling frozen is that I am still in a bit of shock over last week’s events at the Capitol, and the subsequent seeming denial of President Trump to take any responsibility for what happened. I wrote a poem about it earlier this week, titled “You’re Special”.

I also witnessed an event last night which I wish I hadn’t, and has left me a a bit shook up ever since. I’m not being coy about it, just think writing about it in any detail at this point would be a mistake.

Stay warm, stay creative, and stay safe.

About Sheila N

Enough about me. Art by Tom Brown.
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2 Responses to A Number of Frozen Balloons

  1. Kathy Johnson says:

    If you want to dip your toes into the world of Disney, “Frozen” is the place to start. It, and it’s sequel,
    are the only Disney movies where not only does the heroine does not need to be saved by the handsome prince, he realizes it’s not his job to rescue her; his job is to help her do whatever it is she needs to do. I saw David’s FB post about what happened yesterday. I’m glad you’re both alright!

  2. Nimue Brown says:

    Hope things are improving.

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