Blizzard? It makes snow difference to us!

During the winter of 1996, two interesting things happened: One, it was the winter I started my chemo treatments. Two, it was the snowiest and coldest winter I remember having. On the ride into Boston to get my treatments, I used to notice a Bickfords restaurant just off Rt 93 as we approached the then south station tunnel. The title of today's blog comes from something they had on their marquee board during the month of January that year. I like puns and double entendres, but I also like snow. Very much. Snow doesnt make a negative "difference" to me, because I love having snow.

I am home today (we get an extra day's vacation, and I get a day to recover from whatever bug has been plaguing me) because of the second huge storm in as many days we got--this one dumped well over a foot of snow on an already impressive base from previous storms. Its been some winter! I love the neighborhood in which we live--everyone helps everyone else with removal of the lovely white stuff, whether it be snowblowing, shoveling, roofraking, or massage providing. Not really. But I love how everyone "pays it forward." I've never seen the movie, but I understand the concept. And when one person is helped by someone else, that person, by the "unwritten code of neighbors," then helps someone else who needs it. Very cool.

Here are some storm pictures. We're running out of places to PUT the snow, however. Our driveway, walkway, and "trail" the wood pile make our yard look like Hoth. Honk if you know what that reference means. I suspect Jay, Johnny, Ortiz, and Tim will know. Maybe Randy too.
The drifts are well over 6 feet tall. Perfect for a fort or burying a body . . .
Ah . . .morning has broken. And so has my back. I tried to rake off much of the roof and valley so we dont get ice dams ("Good boy . . .thats a good idea" says Ortiz). We got Sally Piles a nice clear driveway, since she had to go to work.
Traditionally, on New Year's Day (by the way . . .sorry I botched the title of the last blog ) we go to Ensign Walters for pork and sauerkraut. Because of both the storm and my not feeling well, we stayed home. We ran to Hannaford though, and I made us a boiled dinner of corned beef and cabbage. It sucked actually. Hannaford doesnt sell "Mosey's," which anyone from the Boston area will tell you is the best. Next time I'll have to copy Fuzzy's seafood Shepard's pie. While I cooked, Amanda caught up with her good friend Andrea, whom she hasnt spoken to for a long time. Hi Andrea!!!
I was FORCED by Amanda and Thomas to finally LIE DOWN and RELAX so I could feel better. Thomas even put his whole body weight on me so I couldnt move. Oh well . . .I dont mind. . . .