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Bombogenesis and Its Discontents

Yesterday was going to be an exciting first! A day spent entirely in my pajamas.

Because, really – when you’re undergoing cyclogenic bombogenesis, what’s the point of getting dressed? Would you get dressed to have a hydrogen bomb dropped on you?

But then around 3:30pm, the snow stopped. And my peculiar amalgam of Jewish-Sicilian guilt got the better of me. Somebody had to get out there and dig! (L has a snowblower but she won’t let anyone else touch it.)

I got dressed. Benito Snowdrop, card-carrying Millennial, waved at me as I picked up a shovel and marched out the door. He was celebrating the cyclogenic bombogenesis by playing video games!

Okay, okay – nobody was holding a gun to my head. It was my choice entirely to dig out the driveway. Still. I was pretty grumpy. The perfect universe where there are no rules can only exist if everyone is collectively minded.

The driveway to L’s house is kind of like those carriage paths in front of antebellum plantation mansions in Tennessee: long and circular. There’s absolutely no excuse for something like this to exist in front of a 1960s ranch-style house in upstate New York; it’s not as though there are any horses that need to be cooled down. I suppose the architects were just too lazy to dynamite the huge outcropping of feldspar schist that occupies the center of the driveway.

Shoveling snow off this driveway is a complete pain in the ass, as you may imagine.

But by dark, I’d shoveled most of the right side of the driveway creating at least one channel for motor vehicles to pass.

And then, L stuck her head out the window: “Patrizia! They’re coming to plow in an hour.”

Ho-kay! She could have told me that was the plan before I started shoveling! But like I say, nobody held a gun to my head. And hey! It was exercise.


I managed to find the yellow legal pad on which I’d outlined all those notes for the Alice/Nell story.

The plot has diverged considerably in the last couple of days. I’m thinking the older plot was a lot tighter.

So, I don’t know! Do I keep writing in the new direction? Do I tear it all up and go back to the original outline?

Also I’m suffering from some kind of disquieting intestinal disorder, which came on suddenly after that hour and a half of shoveling snow and has left me languid and dehydrated.

Plus though the sky is a vibrant blue and the sun is sparkling, it’s exactly 9° Fahrenheit out there. And that’s without the wind chill.

And B sent me an e-copy of the Michael Wolff book, Fire and Fury, (which I immediately circulated among all the Usual Suspects.)

So, it would seem that a lazy day is in the cards. Though I am out of my pajamas.

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Jan. 6th, 2018 03:20 am (UTC)
I've shoveled some snow in my time. I remember digging out a roommate's car. She was like, "Can you go faster!?" There is a reason that the rest of New England calls people from Massachusetts "massholes." Ugly, bitter people!
Jan. 6th, 2018 03:48 pm (UTC)

I hope you put your shovel down. Or extracted some really valuable favor in return. What a jerk.
Jan. 7th, 2018 04:08 am (UTC)
No. I kept on shoveling. She was a big, fat woman. I just did it for the exercise, really.
Jan. 6th, 2018 06:48 am (UTC)
What a treat!
Jan. 6th, 2018 03:48 pm (UTC)
Yeah, but I'm getting really, really lazy! :-)
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