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We got no mail delivery yesterday. The front walks
weren't shoveled. In fact they are still not shoveled this
morning. Whatever happened to "neither rain nor sleet nor
snow ... etc."? I know, I know, the individual carriers have
to make decisions about delivering in unsafe conditions and
our front walks and steps are unsafe. For that matter the
road is unsafe - if a mail truck came near it, I'm sure it
turned tail and ran.
2
The snow stopped during the night but the sky was still heavily overcast when I heaved myself out of bed to head to the cat shelter with visions of being on duty alone with Roberta. The two of us against the world - umm, against the body fluids and hungers of 50+ feline beings who've been in their cages all night.
I trudged across the treacherous parking lot, past my inaccessible parking place to the street where I left my car yesterday. A miracle. It's still there. I scrape off the snow that accumulated during the remainder of the storm. I must not be late. I must not be late. There will be too much work and not enough volunteers. I must not be late. Lo, it looks like I'll actually be on time.
I realized I had my camera in my pocket, and the sky was beginning to clear, so I took a few pictures to record the scene.
3
Jaguar threw up a hairball. I washed dishes, litterboxes, and laundry like there was no tomorrow. The laundry is never actually finished, I just try to keep it going as long as I'm there. Fortunately, it was not just me and Roberta, so I managed to get out of there by noon.
4
I sped to Andover Photo to pick up the last of the photos for the album for La Madre. They weren't ready. I ate lunch at Kings' Subs - spaghetti and eggplant - while sitting next to a teenage boy and a woman in her late 30's. The boy was not happy. "There's nothing to do in this tiny little town. I don't know why I let you talk me into coming here. I don't know why I didn't jump out of the plane on the way here." He slumped further and further into his seat. His sub remained untouched. The woman said nothing. "This is such a small town. There's nothing to do." And on and on and on like that. The basic content being he didn't want to be there, he'd rather be dead, and somehow it was the woman's fault. She never said a word. They finally ate their subs and left. I finished my spaghetti, picked up the pictures, finished the album, picked up Nancy at the bus station, and headed to La Madre's to trim the tree.
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The weather forecast for tomorrow is rain and more rain. Which, on top of snow, as you know, makes slush. I'm dreaming of a wet Christmas.
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