Friday, January 22, 2010


GRAMMY:  Ah, there’s nothing like New England in the winter.  Isn’t that a beautiful sight?  There’s nothing prettier than new-fallen snow.

ME:  What?

GRAMMY:  What do you mean ‘what?’  I said there’s nothing like New England in the winter.  You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to understand that.

ME:  But you’ve always hated winter.  I remember growing up, all you ever did was complain about the cold and snow and ice.

GRAMMY:  Well, who wouldn’t complain?  Do you know how many damn hours I spent shoveling the crap?  I’ll bet I’ve lifted at least twenty tons of snow in my lifetime.  And how many times did I nearly kill myself driving in the slush and ice just to make it to that lousy minimum wage job I had?  And let’s not forget all the hours I spent dragging you around on that sled of yours.

ME:  Well, that’s my point, Grammy.  You’ve always hated winter, now you’re sitting here admiring its beauty?

GRAMMY:  Yep.  Because now I don’t have to do any of that crap.  Now I get to look out and enjoy it.  It’s all about perspective, Barbara.  It’s all about perspective.

Photo Charlie H.

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Diane Mayr said...

See my comment about mermaids below.

I'm Jet . . . said...

It certainly is about perspective. I'd like to be observing New England snow from far away . . . like Italy. Or somewhere like that.


PS -- word verification is crainke -- as in 'I get very crainke when it's a long, cold, snowy winter. Unless I'm in Italy. Then I don't mind.