A library is a must for any city/town looking to expand its cultural and literary knowledge.  Our small burb of Hartford recently built a new and larger library to accommodate a a growing population with a hunger to learn.  Adorning the atrium of the library are these wonderfully constructed wooden chandeliers.

Tallying up my infrastructural assets before the big day.

Streaming out in all directions it causes confusion when first viewed from afar.  After a closer inspection the cellular construction is virtually identical to its genetic cousin.  On the atomic level its the same as anything else.

Something feels so natural and calming about a heavy snowfall in February.  Too bad it only lasts an hour or so due to an unseasonably warm season.

Washing away the winter doldrums.  A renewed vigor encapsulates me.  Is it just my imagination or does my car run better and have a certain swagger after a bath?

There’s really nothing else to say about it.  What do you call a bad thing only getting worse?  I try and keep language on the blog to a PG-13 level.  So, in good taste I will refrain from what I want to say and let the reader’s imagination fill in the blanks.

Its construction has taken too long the investors tell me.  I try to relay their urgency to the foremen on site but there’s nothing they can do.  It’s the hidden price of what we’re building they tell me.  Six more weeks, four if we’re lucky and all goes as planned I relay back to the board.

The old train bridge was built long before I was born.  As kids we’d climb atop of it wait for trains to approach, run to the opposite side of the tracks and jump off landing in a violent roll down the hill.  It was so much better than collecting the oblong pennies we had left on the tracks the day before.  Through the scrapes, bruises and broken bones we never worried about the train hitting us.  None of our favorite action stars of the big screen were hit or even came close to it.  That was until one day.

I saved a substantial sum of coin this winter on salt costs.  Perhaps with the warm winter this year I’ll have to put that money to use for air conditioning costs this summer.

There are still blankets of snow dotting the land, insulating the week against what remains of the cold.  Good riddance and good bye dear winter.  Your frozen heart and chilly stare is no match for the lion of March.