There is no [buried] treasure

As I was looking out the windows of our building down upon the numerous parking ramps, with their large piles of snow, I remembered one of my fondest winter pastimes: building snow forts. Less than a block away from my house there is a large parking lot that we used for many things; riding bikes, street hockey, throwing stuff and in the winter, when they piled all the snow in the corner in huge mounds, we would hollow them out into our own palaces. It begins with a plan, you can't just start digging. You have to find the right pile, decide where the entrance should go, and then the escape tunnel, and of course the lookout tower. We would use my orange sled as a dump truck of sorts, using the snow from the inside to fortify the outside. You had to be careful not to make the roof too thin, or too thick. There was no intention of using this fort in a snowball fight or anything of the like, it was merely an activity to fill up our winter weekends and develop our creative and hopeful architective minds [we all wanted to be architects back then, didn't you?]. This wasn't just a winter activity, year round we built forts out of all types of building materials, but snow forts were definitely my favorite. An added bonus was taking hot cocoa breaks and standing on a register to warm our feet. It was fun, and as I stood up in our building I sort of wished that I was outside building a fort.

In other news, I was using Microsoft Word to work on my resume and a cover letter and became increasingly frustrated in Word's automatic formatting. "No thank you, I didn't want it spaced like that. Oh, you're going to move it back, are you? Well, backspace, backspace, backspace. Just stop, stop moving my tabs, damn you!" In exacting my revenge I sold my Microsoft stock. Take that! But seriously, the Dutch helped me get my resume in order for a nice job at a med. school, so take some time to pray that I might actually get this one. It'd be nice. And if you want to build a fort this weekend, call me, I'll get out the garden trowel and scout out snow piles. you have my love.