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Thank Heavens I’m not writing this in Indiana or Ohio or any of those states smothering under 14 to 19 inches of snow. Thank Heavens, too, that I’m not floating in the aftermath of the awful tidal waves in Asia. I read this morning that the earthquakes that triggered the waves “shook the planet” and actually moved the earth’s plates.
There is a fairly heavy snowstorm outside my window but it hardly seems worth a mention. Last night I overheard a phone conversation between my first and second sons. They were, as usual, sneering at Maine’s snowfalls. One is an ardent skier, the other a fanatical snowboarder. One skies in Vermont, the other has “boarded” in Utah, so they are snow snobs. As far as I and millions of other sensible Mainers are concerned, we have more than enough snow, and if they ever want a truly awesome adventure they should go out, deep into the snowy Maine woods on my Ojibwa/Viking snowshoes.
Snow is okay for playing, but a blasted nuisance for everyday living. One could write volumes about the perils and backaches involved in surviving ordinary living once the flakes fly. Shoveling has become the province of women due to constant warnings about men and heart attacks with shovel in hand. Now that statistics have shifted and women are in equal cardiac peril, who’s left to clear the paths? Right now, there are two teenaged boys clearing our apartment ramps. They are both red in the face from going at it as if they were killing snakes. I’d like to go outside and caution them, but I don’t think my advice would carry much weight, considering the rather broken down shape in which I find myself.
I didn’t get this way from shoveling snow or anything else. A long time ago, my husband drilled me thoroughly on how to handle a shovel. “Don’t pick up too much weight, bend your knees, take your time, and sing in an appropriate tempo.” It was hard for me since I was strictly a snake killer when faced with an obnoxious chore.
Christmas was a nice affair. A certain amount of time was spent finishing up my move. Yesterday, my pictures were all put in place. I have much more wall space and things can be hung more artistically, a chore left to my daughter-in-law who has quite an eye for putting things in their proper places. It’s strange how the act of moving a picture’s location can make you see it again as if for the first time. I’ve enjoyed walking through my gallery today.
I think everything has been unpacked and there are just two items I can’t find. One is a favorite Scotch tape dispenser, the other a Lucite paper clip holder with magnetic top. For a while I thought I was missing a shoe. I looked everywhere and Laura and Katie looked everywhere – to no avail. Beth walked in yesterday and looked in one place and found it. I’ll have to ask her to look for the two missing desk items. I’m sure she’ll find them right under my nose. If she doesn’t, it’s not a bad record, losing just two small items out of the hundreds that were moved.
Christmas Eve I spent with one family group and Christmas Day with the other. We all had quiet but good times together and it was nice to be able to come home to my new place. Today is for winding down a bit and getting ready for the advent of 2005. I do wish the coming year will bring some place on this earth which I hope stays in one place.
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