... well, suh! (aka will wonders never cease) when there was a wholly unanticipated turn of events that made life work out for the better. And before le deluge d'hiver of the past few days, were Grandma Mamie alive she would have exclaimed twice -- once when the Pope of New Haven announced his resignation and the other when the Pope of the Rest of Youse announced his.
Well, I'm back. No novel stories to tell about the blizzard. We were relatively unscathed -- we have a driveway; we had food, heat, DVDs, fiction and copies of the New York Times dating back to 1967, electrical power and a block full of motorheads who like nothing better than using their snowblowers for hours on end. So, what the hell. If ever there was a time to sit back and enjoy it, that was the time. And if you don't count the prospect of having to eat some long forgotten glass noodles crammed in the back of the cabinet (in case of culinary emergency) because there was no getting to a market as a tragedy, it was practically a no foul, no harm event . Husband No. 1 and I both, ehem, work from home, so it wasn't like the enforced togetherness led to homicidal thoughts, and good weather and bad we always argue about who has to take out the garbage, recycling and compost so why let 3 feet of snow change that dynamic, n'est-ce pas?
I leave you with this: while it is beginnings that give our lives joy, it is endings which give our life meaning.
Well, I'm back. No novel stories to tell about the blizzard. We were relatively unscathed -- we have a driveway; we had food, heat, DVDs, fiction and copies of the New York Times dating back to 1967, electrical power and a block full of motorheads who like nothing better than using their snowblowers for hours on end. So, what the hell. If ever there was a time to sit back and enjoy it, that was the time. And if you don't count the prospect of having to eat some long forgotten glass noodles crammed in the back of the cabinet (in case of culinary emergency) because there was no getting to a market as a tragedy, it was practically a no foul, no harm event . Husband No. 1 and I both, ehem, work from home, so it wasn't like the enforced togetherness led to homicidal thoughts, and good weather and bad we always argue about who has to take out the garbage, recycling and compost so why let 3 feet of snow change that dynamic, n'est-ce pas?
I leave you with this: while it is beginnings that give our lives joy, it is endings which give our life meaning.
Okay, I'm going to steal that last line and use it as a meaningful intro to one of my chapters. Yeah! Girl when you do it, it's great writing. Give my regards to Cuthbert. I'll see you in July. I can't take another summer down here. What you call Spring passed through for about 90 minutes two weeks ago; otherwise, we're into the mid 80's already. Norway sounds great about now.
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