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Pastimes : Things That Amuse Me -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Gottfried who wrote (836)	12/3/2000 7:37:26 PM
From: PMS Witch	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 12669

...Best of TTAM... Thanks, I guess. I don't have a clue what TTAM means. Cheers, PW. P.S. The way today ended and the weather predicted to unfold tomorrow, I'm hoping for repeat experience. It'll be a bit warmer later in the day though, and Mondays are busy. P.P.S I like the winter. I like the crunching sound snow makes when you walk. I like the tingle on my nose from the cold. I like to see politicians keeping their hands in their own pockets. I like looking at the various patterns tires make in the snow. I miss this, because today, everyone uses all-season (No-season, actually) tyres with copy-cat tread designs, leaving look-alike tracks. The road department uses salt like a Chinese restaurant so instead of that who-went-by mystery, we get white stained shoes and pant-cuffs from splashing through slush. P.P.P.S. And what ever happened to using wood to heat homes? I enjoyed the different 'smokes' walking by houses. Some burned maple (odourless), and others burned spruce, (God awful stench), but my favourite was the nuts: Walnut, Ash, Beech, and the subtle scent of Oak. We had American Black Walnut trees, and a few White Ash. I preferred Walnut for the smell, while The Commander appreciated the extra heat from the Ash. P.P.P.P.S. Do kids still make paper snowflakes and stick them to school windows? You know, we'd fold paper, cut a pattern, unfold, and we'd have a snowflake. The teacher would claim that every snowflake was different and we'd spend recess checking each we could isolate. Then we'd put our wet mittens on the radiator with the hope they'd be dry by the time we were to go home. And the smell of wet wool!