We had snow in NYC starting yesterday evening. It was supposed to be 3-7" total. I was bummed this morning to see that we got probably just 3 measly inches. Yesterday evening I went out to walk around the block just to remember what it was like to be out in a snowfall (see previous post). The wind was blowing a little, and when I turned a corner and walked west toward the Hudson the snow hit me in the face and melted. Not really stinging, just noticeable. Boy, that brought back memories. When I got back inside there was snow on my jacket sleeves. Which reminds me that when I was a kid (see previous post again) and came back to the house after playing outside, my mother would have me stand on the porch while she brushed me off with the broom, all over. Possibly like how a kitten feels being washed all over by its mother cat.
As for sledding routes, in my home town in Maine the town used to close off part of an actual street (a part with a hill). They’d put a big sawhorse at one end of the street right before an intersection and another at the top of the hill, and the only cars that could go past the sawhorses were cars that belonged to the three or four families that lived on the part of the street bounded by the sawhorses. (Got that?) Anyway, it was great sledding — no trees, just snow. The hill leveled off at the bottom and came to an intersection with another street. Sometimes one of the big kids would get going really fast and go right under the sawhorse at the bottom of the hill and out into the intersection. No accidents ever occurred. Good times.
I like how we probably all read this strip finding it perfectly natural that a man in his thirties (?) would watch Sesame Street along with his dog and cat.
Excellent news! I am sure that after three weeks in the hospital he will more than happy staying home with you instead of going out. Chicken soup and cookies for dessert?
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