I was standing at the window looking at the dense cloud of falling snow when my phone rang. It was one of my doctor’s calling. I am scheduled for an appointment early in the morning for a complicated procedure and his assistant was calling to make sure I was coming in. When I expressed some concern about this “historical” storm now raging outside, she asked whether I would like to reschedule for Monday. I said that if it were possible, I’d like that very much, and we rescheduled. But, not before she made sure I knew she was there in her assigned place while I was safely ensconced before my fire. It was something about the tone of her voice. God knows I appreciate the sacrifice others make for my benefit. Somehow, I feel healthier already.

I have a daughter out in Graham, Texas who has a Sonic Drive-In and she was posting a FB note about the ice and snow and impossible roads there that have all but shut that little town down. Everything is closed. They will try to open for a while today but she knows it won’t be a landslide business day. She said that her storm was coming to us. I said it’s here and it had learned a few tricks on the way and was trying them out on us presently.

I am incredibly happy not to have to get out in the morning. It may be just fine but that kind of adventure does not hold the fascination for me that it once did. I remember pushing 10 inches of new un-plowed snow all the way to Millinocket from Dover in my little Honda Civic back in the early 80’s. I was a newbie in Maine then. In the words of Bullet Bob Seger, “I wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then.”  Clothed in such ignorance, I might now be out on every little country lane, camera in hand waiting for someone to come by and pull me out of a snow bank. Time changes everything. It’s a good thing it does.

Well, duty calls. There is a little shoveling awaiting my skills.

Stay tuned.

1 Comment

  1. Yes, what procedure? Keep yourself safe shoveling!

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