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.
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See my comment about mermaids below.
It certainly is about perspective. I'd like to be observing New England snow from far away . . . like Italy. Or somewhere like that.
J
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.
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