The Snowstorm of the New Year – 2018

I am a bit too busy.  Three television shows yesterday, and an aborted radio slot tonight.  Thank you, Sam Poulten.  Two days ago, the Lowell City Council and the Lowell School Committee held their bi-annual feast in celebration of the newer and not-so-new members.  The temperature on Tuesday was -4 or -5 degrees.   My dishwasher froze up, and I could not do dishes with a dishwasher until this morning when the temperature came up to 27 degrees.  The freeze matched the great freeze of 1917 for days that it lasted for, I believe the television said that it was of a significant duration, six or seven days long, matching 1917.  I know that my descriptive use of  English is a little labored, but hopefully you get the idea.

I met with two Congressional candidates thusfar, first Bopha Malone and Rufus Gifford.  Both are friends, Bopha has been a friend for many years, while Rufus is a newer friend.  Either would do well.  I noticed that I have 309,937 contacts on my blog’s list of the number of people who answered your blog.   Pretty nice for a guy from Iowa.

I am a little worried about my daughter today, because of the 13 to 18 inch snowfall.  Her car died last night.  It has to be repaired.  And my son is going out tonight to snowblow driveways and sidewalks.  So I am a little worried about him too.   There are supposed to be heavy winds and snowdrifts, so I hope that I left him with plenty of insulation.

Cars continue to vex me.  They work at their behest, not mine.  His truck is new to him.  Hopefully it holds up.  But again, motors vex me.  Hopefully, after  some TLC, they will all work.  My son takes care of me.  Actually my wife, my sons, and my daughter watch out for me.  My grandson makes me laugh, as does my grand-daughter.  There is nothing like grandchildren.  But, back to my son, he does my walk, my leaves, and all of the things that a bad heart keeps from you.  So I have no complaints.

The television shows are doing well.  I like getting up early for CityLife, which broadcasts from six in the morning until eight in the morning.  It wakes me up, and I cannot tell you I am scintillating  at that time of the morning.     I hope I am not  boring.

I was watching the weather on television and there is a great deal of flooding going on.  Houses in Gloucester are, in some stories, showing three feet of flooding in their living and dining rooms.  Schools are out again for tomorrow.  We are just hunkering down.  My father wrote a book entitled “We Muddled Through,” about growing up in the Great Depression.  It is an entertaining book.  And that is exactly what we are doing today, we are must muddling through.  This might be a long winter, if I had to bet based on today, I would say it will be.  Even my brother and his wife in South Carolina got hit by snow today.  And my little sister living in Florida saw sheets of ice on driveways and some streets. Some people don’t believe in climactic change.  I do.