I was there.
My brother was actually in that snowplow and drove it through the night at the mobile home park where he lives and works. It started snowing at 10:00 a.m. on Friday morning, and it didn't stop until Saturday around 3:00 in the afternoon. I was a little nervous about losing power and having to huddle in my coat and scarf, trying to keep my mother warm in front of my brother's wood stove, but we were lucky. We were warm and dry and had cable TV with movies on demand, beer and bourbon--and a fridge full of home cooking, thanks to my brother's girlfriend.
Now I am back in the Land of Too Much Rain. But I'm grateful for these experiences with Mother Nature that remind me how little control we really have in this life.
Ice-covered country roads, blizzards and deluges make me a weird kind of happy. They bring on a savoring that is so full and sweet that it can keep me awake at night as I lie in my bed wide-eyed at the power of love.
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Welcome home! T and I are talking about getting together very soon -- even just for lunch if not writing and reading. Want to join us?
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