Wednesday, January 14, 2009
It must have rained last night. The areas that I had shoveled last week, which had all but disappeared under a few inches of snow that had fallen since, reappeared, then froze. The cars are all at the end – the front that is, of the driveway. We haven’t attempted to drive them all the way to the house end for several days - having had to have the older Camry dragged out of the swamp by a AAA truck last week. Now the temperature is plummeting, expected to plateau around ten degrees by mid-afternoon. In many ways it feels as if we have moved north, to some primeval forest, where we have to haul water from the river, keep the fire going, hunt, chew our own food.. use the microwave no more than ten times a day. And in the midst of this new primitive life comes a knock on the door. Mormon Missionaries, no less. Two brand spanking new Latter Dayers bearing gifts. Of course I put them in a pot and, after a slow boil, made a column out of them. Hinted at Hansel and Gretel. Say instead, Hansel and Bruno. That’s all for now. Dad
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