(Written during the record-breaking winter of 2015)

The Snow is Falling and Falling and Falling

Will it Ever Stop?…..

I remember the winter the snow was falling and falling and falling.  I sat there at my window and remembered those few days.  It snowed yesterday, it is snowing today and the news reports tell us it will be snowing, not tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow.  And on and on.  The snow is piled high and in some places, you cannot see behind the corner.  Mountains of snow are everywhere.

I live in an apartment building and my car is in an underground garage.  This is the first garage I have ever had.  My old and wonderful house had a garage but it was way in the back and too far to shovel.  We left the car on the edge of the sidewalk, to shovel as little as possible.  Besides the garage was just a convenient place to store things like lawnmowers, barbecue devices, bicycles, and anything else we did not know where it should go.  It was a potpourri of things we used and things we never did.

What did I know?  I didn’t know that you had to take care of a garage the way you take care of a house, so by the time I decided to sell the house, I took down the garage, it was falling apart and would not add to the sale, probably just the opposite, it would turn possible buyers away.

So here I am now, in Boston, in a city that is making history.  The snow is making records and maybe there is more to come.  And the news tells us, that again tomorrow there will be snow and then icy rain.  How do the people in Alaska live, or Nova Scotia?  How do they keep warm, get around, get food, go to work.  Here in Boston, the rail system has stopped working several times and people can’t get to work.

But for the moment, it is white, it is clean looking and there is beauty to the whiteness.  How will this all melt?  And what will happen when it does   Huge puddles will be everywhere.  Stay tuned to hear more, and by the way—Did you read my book yet?  It is a great read for a snowy or rainy day.  Just sit in front of the window, watch the snow falling and read The Myth of the Yellow Kitchen.