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The tickets for the Flower Show came in yesterday's mail. Just the little boost I need to keep on keeping on until the Flower Show itself. Which is just the little boost I need to keep on keeping on until spring itself... which is just around the corner.... now if I could only figure out which corner.
The great thing about living in New England is the weather. Anything can happen. At any time. A constantly changing free challenge for any number of players. It snowed last night. It rained. It snowed. It rained again. It snowed a little.
So I climbed Mount Florence Roche (the hill outside the kids' school) in sneakers sliding one step back for every two steps forward on ice under a thin layer of snow. Great fun if you don't already have a sore knee ... and maybe more so if you're wearing ice skates. Then I drove to Mrs. Reed World - the piano lesson theme park - on somewhat slippery roads without incident. Then back to Egan Family World - the theme park in their own driveway, which by the way was icy but I spotted it thanks to Kevin's prominently planted clues.
Then came the freezing drizzle. This is one of my favorite New England weather forms. Nobody rushes out to buy white bread and batteries because by the time you notice it you're already in it past the point of no return.
So I scraped the thin but tough layer of ice off the Auntmobile and set off on the slippery roads, carefully avoiding Broadmeadow Road. The windshield wipers do not keep the ice from constantly reforming on the windshield. I take to driving with my left hand pulling on the windshield washer stalk continuously and the heat blowing full blast onto the windshield. I notice many cars are pulled off the road desperately trying to scrape the ice off. I keep my left hand on the the stalk and keep squirting blue junk onto the windshield. Reminder to self: get more blue junk tomorrow. On I495 many cars are off the road, many flashing blue lights illumine the night sky and reflect crazily off the iced windshields. Many sirens sound near and far. One sander truck materializes around the intersection with Rt. 3. As I get closer to home the drizzle turns to snow. I ease up on the blue junk and coax the Auntmobile up the icy hill on 114 and on toward home.
Home at last.Wilbur is lecturing me using every vocalization he knows. I have no clue what he wants unless it's his turn to drive in the freezing drizzle :-)
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