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“It’s not always easy to distinguish between existentialism and a bad mood.”

March 8, 2018

The rain came yesterday in the mid-afternoon and stayed all night. It was sometimes so heavy it pelted the roof loudly enough to drown out the TV. Boston and further north had snow, a wet, heavy snow, the sort which looks beautiful for a minute then you notice how laden down the trees and branches are, and you hope they survive. Some wires fell from the weight of the snow and even blocked major roads. Here the sun has been trying to come out of the clouds. Twice now the sky has brightened. I get hopeful. I need sun to dispel my dark mood, a mirror of the rain and the clouds.

My Travelocity gnome and my pink, plastic flamingo are in the den. They winter here. In the warm months they live on my deck. It is a special occasion when they travel from winter to summer, from the den to the deck. I always think there should be a parade and music. They are announcing summer is finally here, a cause for celebration, for good food, and for warm days lolling on the deck. Right now, though, all of that seems a sweet memory.

From when I was kid, I remember winter most of all. My school was an old one with high windows and drafts of cold air so for most of the winter we all wore sweaters. I remember walking across the field below my street, a sort of shortcut home, and having to walk backwards because of the wind. My cheeks turned red and numb. The wind blew up the sleeves of my coat. My ears always hurt even when I was wearing a hat as it mostly just covered my head so I’d put my mittened hands over my ears trying to warm them just a bit. Mostly I failed. By the time I’d get home, I was freezing. Right away I’d take off my school clothes and get into my pajamas and slippers. I’d wrap myself in my blanket. In a short while, I was warm and all the parts of my body had come back to life.

I have no energy today, and I don’t care. It is the weather which is causing this foul mood.   A bit of sun is all I need.

“There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.”

January 24, 2016

“We’re happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland.” I’m lying. I’m not happy. Here I am stuck in the house, and from the window I can see way off to the driveway where the blue plastic sleeve of my newspapers is clearly visible. I know if I really wanted the papers I could put on heavy shoes and some warmer pants then trudge my way through the deep snow to the papers. I think I’ll choose to be patient and wait for Skip, my factotum, to come to plow and shovel.

We didn’t get as much snow as I expected. I think maybe we got only 8 or 9 inches. The problem is the snow is heavy and wet. Branches and bushes bow under the weight. The sky is still grey. I was hoping for some sun. Nothing is prettier than untouched snow glittering in the sun.

My dad was one of those shovelers who went out during the storm hoping to stay ahead of the snow. I used to watch him from the picture window. He’d do the front steps first then the path then the three steps to the street and finally his car. Sometimes the snow was so high I couldn’t see him, but I knew where he was because I could see the snow flying left or right off his shovel into the air.

The plows left layers of snow on the street. Sometimes the first layer would melt just a bit from the sun then overnight it would refreeze and produce the perfect hill for sledding with a layer of ice on top. This happened every day until the streets were down to pavement then we went sledding on the grassy hills.

Today I have football, the Pats against the Broncos. The winner will be Super Bowl bound.  I’ll be cheering and clapping the whole game; at least, that’s what I expect.

(P.S.  Skip has come and gone. Yippee!)

“There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.”

March 2, 2015

The snow was so heavy I could barely make it to the barn to feed the horses. I gave them extra hay and then, on my way back to the house, I tied a rope from the barn door to the house door so I can find my way to the horses again even if the snow totally covers my little world. We kept the fireplace going all night hoping the cabin would stay warm. The wind howled and blew the snow sideways. Supper was soup to keep the innards warm. We huddled together in the big bed to sleep and covered ourselves with the quilts from all the beds. We are warm and safe for the meantime, but I don’t know about tomorrow. It is still snowing.

I have not gone totally mad. It is, of course, an imaginary story, but one tethered to a bit of reality because I swear that’s what it seemed like last night with the snow falling so heavily that driving, even down the street, was almost impossible. The snow started in the afternoon so by 5:30, the start of game night at my friends’ house, the down the street I mentioned, it was snowing so heavily we missed the turn and had to go around the block. The white stuff, which shall not be named, fell the whole time I with my friends. When I was going home, three hours later, the path to the car, which had been clear earlier, was covered. “Enough! Enough!” I cried.

This morning is grey and cloudy; of course, it is. The day, however, is warmer than it has been and the sun is scheduled to make a guest appearance so maybe, just maybe we’ll see some melting. Tonight the temperature will fall back to the teens. Tomorrow night will send all of us into delirium: snow before 3am, then snow and sleet likely between 3am and 4am, then freezing rain likely after 4am. Low around 27. South wind 8 to 16 mph. Chance of precipitation is 80%. New snow and sleet accumulation of 3 to 5 inches possible.

May Day this year will include the dance of the shovels, the parade of plows and the wearing of colorful mittens, jackets and earmuffs. Everyone is invited.

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