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Sunday, Mar. 12, 2006
A Sort Of Clean Sweep

You know it's going to be a fun day when the snow comes up to the bottom windowsill in the living room.

Well, granted, that's not horrendously high, but the unofficial snow total here is 30-32 inches, depending on whose yardstick you use. The depth also varies from one part of town to another. Where I live, it's a very sheltered area. We got probably 24 inches or thereabouts. Nobody's going anywhere today unless it's a life-and-death emergency. The highways have reopened and the snow's mostly stopped falling, but it's still a mess around here. I worry about getting to work in the morning. Once I can get on the main highway I'll be fine. It's getting out of my driveway that's a problem!

If we had snow like this more often we'd be better equipped to deal with it. Unfortunately we only get a big snow maybe once in twenty years or thereabouts, if that. Definitely not enough to justify stocking up on shovels and snow blowers!

I figured I'd use some of the photos MC took to redesign this page. My gold membership is about to run out, which means all the images I had stored on Diaryland were about to go away, anyway. I do NOT plan to renew this time around. We're cutting it too close with money these days and Diaryland isn't a priority, as much as I enjoy it. I have other webspace to store my images and voila! It's done.

I got a phone call last night from 00, telling me that her uncle J was hospitalized with a massive heart attack and as of then, they hadn't been able to stablize him. He's my ex's brother, and of the three brothers, he's been the most responsible and rational, at least as far as I could tell. I was glad to hear that he was doing better this morning, but I don't know whether or not they'll be able to do anything for him. He's already had bypass surgery after a previous attack. Normally they can only do that once.

He's not a lot older than I am - I am thinking mid-fifties. His oldest daughter about 6 or 8 years older than my oldest son, but he and his first wife became parents in their teens, too. I was nearly 21 when my oldest was born. If I remember right, he married the first time when he was sixteen or seventeen. He had his first heart attack the night that my kids' dad died.

This is why I am so furious at my kids for smoking. Their father died of heart disease in his thirties; both of their grandfathers have undergone heart surgery now, and both of their uncles have had heart attacks in their forties. But kids being kids, they have always done what they wanted to do. Of course NOW they want to stop, but they're addicted. 00 once came to my house to do laundry and stopped in the middle of sorting her clothes, shaking her head, realizing the stench that clung to their clothing, too.

I suppose I should take the advice of her-story (on IM a little while ago) and go sweep an egress for my driveway. Fortunately it's a very short way to sweep. And yes, I do know that a shovel wouuld work better. And if I had a shovel, I wouldn't attempt to sweep the snow out of the way.

We're having leftover chili for dinner, so that's covered. We got the laundry done yesterday. Once I finish the snow clearing, I'm going to kick back and take it easy for the rest of the day. Something tells me I'm gonna need it.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )