Fire and Amulet by Helen Henderson
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Thankfully snow is scarce and inches and inches (or feet) don't fall with any regularity in my current neck of the woods. A quick swipe clears the dusting of snow off of cars. With a little sun and warmer temperatures (average temperature for January is 51 degrees F,) the sun melts quickly. Ice storms are a different story. They can close businesses and schools for a week. Wondering why snow is on my mind when the temperature is supposed to be 51? The answer is that for the past week the temperatures have not been normal. Last night it was zero degrees overnight and the high temperature during the day was only 20 degrees F. Any snow the sun melted flash froze overnight.
I thought I would share memories of snow days before we relocated to the so-called "warmer climes" of the south. Although
throwing snow onto a pile that towers above your head gets old very
quickly. The day went thus.
- Clear a path from the back door to the cars.
- Clear the car and get out the step ladder to clear off the business van.
- Shovel a car width path to where the snowplow went down the street
(The plow didn't always go curb to curb, but one swipe down the middle.)
- Shovel the front steps and create a path from the plowed zone to the mailbox.
- Clear a path from the street to the elderly neighbors' front door so ambulance and EMS can get in if need be.
- Drive to the next town and clear parents' sidewalk, steps, driveway and car.
- Return home and if sun hasn't melted the snow off the slate sidewalk, clear it.
- Collapse for a few hours with hot cocoa to remove the chill.
- Cook dinner? I don't think so. There's just enough energy to walk down the block to the local diner.
Sometimes things change, sometimes not so much. In an earlier part of my life as a newlywed we lived in the Snow Belt of upstate New York,.
- There was no driving to the next town. Instead there was shoveling snow off the roof.
- Clearing was not just a short driveway, it was a common road between two houses that went from the main street to the carriage road in back, and the parking area behind the house.
- Perhaps the worst part was having to remove the car battery each night and bring it into the house. Otherwise it would freeze solid and require hours inside to become functional again.
|As a final thought, a retro visit back to 1962.
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~Until next month, stay safe and read. Helen
Helen Henderson lives in western Tennessee with her husband. While she doesn’t have any pets in residence at the moment, she often visits a husky who have adopted her as one the pack. Find out more about her and her novels on her BWL author page.