February
21, 2014
Snow
has made it’s way under the door and into the house. Sneaky. The guy across the
way, left two hours ago, making his way to the airport, and there is no sign of
his footprints in the fresh flurries.
I have
to generate a concrete strategy for shoveling this morning since the reservoirs
are full. If I can manage to scoot the heavy mass down the long strip of
driveway, may be able to accomplish it before I leave for work at 2:25, a mere
seven hours from now. My arms, lower back, and hips already protest the
rigorous lifting. Can hardly complain, at least I have an intact home, whose
thermostat displays “59,” water runs freely out of the sink, and the shower is
hot again. Fortune.
The
kids are off from school so the Billy Goat tramping from upstairs, has been
going on all day. Bella, the little dog I am caring for until tomorrow,
sounds-off at each firm step, as though the intruder is coming down on top of
our heads. After a long walk in the deep drifts, however, she is lounging on the
side chair, finally accustomed to the footsteps. I fear her long, mournful
howls that reverberate through the duplex, will alarm the neighbors, as I leave
for my work shift. She doesn’t like being left at home, despite the fact that
there is another dog here, as well as the guard cat, for companionship. No one
to supply a lap for her comfort, though. Poor thing.
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