More snow is on the way tomorrow, and a whopper comes on Wednesday. I'm working my late night at school tonight and people are saying that the ice will bring all the wires down and we'll lose power for days on end. Nothing like pessimistic New Englanders! Over dinner, which was comprised of big piles of orange squash, chicken and rice, we here at school scared the bejesus out of each other with horror stories about how bad it's going to be. Ah, to be back in New England as I am now again, where suffering is joy. We love this, hugging the woodstove, saving water in the bathtub so we can flush for days on end. Get the candles out and run to the store for salt to put on the walkway, which will not be seen again for days. Get ready to eat Spam, cold from the can.
We haven't had any fun in months driving in this,, but bring it on...this is the secret high, this fight for survival. We thrive on bitter pills, ice-encrusted trees, and snow piled up in mountains that you can't see over at any intersection where you stop and look both ways. We've got cabin fever early this year. Usually that's around the beginning of March, but this year you see the haunted looks everywhere already. Life has come to a stop for so many days now--school cancelled, fun classes put off until spring. Doctor and dentist appointments are rescheduled again and again as it is impossible to make the 10 mile drive to keep them. Worcester, the nearest city, has run out of snow plowing money, and it has chewed through the emergency fund as well.
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