Beating a dead, frostbitten horse

So qbear and I walk outside this morning and notice that it so chilly (39 degrees!) that there’s frost on the car windshields.

“Look,” he says, excitedly, “Snow!”

“How long have you been away from upstate New York?” I ask. “That’s just frost.”

“Look at the snow on the rooftops!” Jack says, pointing out white roofs across the street. He starts to sing: ”I’m dreaming, of a white Christmas …”

Later on, at the bus stop, Jack is lamenting the fact that he doesn’t have gloves. “Let’s make a snowman!” he says. “We have time!”

On the bus a few minutes later, we are heading downhill to the Glen Park BART station. Jack looks out the window at the dewy grass and says, “The snow isn’t as deep here as it is back at our place, up in the mountains.”

We also pass by a field, and Jack drops the snow bit to say, “Look, whore, frost!”

“What did you call me?”

“I said, ‘look, hoarfrost.’”

“There was a suspicious pause in there!”

??

Something very odd … I just received an e-mailed Charlie Brown comic strip, from “webmaster@comics.com,” who wrote, “A friend has sent you this Peanuts comic.” There’s no clue in the body of the e-mail to the identity of the “friend.”

I click on the link, which takes me to Snoopy.com, and this strip:



Why send this particular Peanuts strip to me? Is it intended as an insult, saying that people don’t like me around? Good grief!