The nor’easter hasn’t swept me down the raging Pemigewassett River. Sometimes these little funks come up where one gets all the ‘dis’ words—disillusioned, disenchanted, discouraged. But I’m still here.
The snow turned to rain by Sunday night, and boy did it ever rain. We didn’t lose power, but yesterday the lights flickered so much for so long I turned them all off anyway. The computers were both kept off. Better to pretend the power was out than live in some demented Flashdance strobe scene. My mother returned from a week in London by flying into JFK Sunday morning, where she was told to pull up a suitcase and make herself comfy. But my sister called me yesterday afternoon to tell me Mom was on a bus to Portland, so it could have been worse. That’s one good reason for me not to leave the country.
Well, that and not having a passport. Since I’m six in mine, I don’t think it’s current anymore—although I was pretty cute then and might still travel if I could keep that picture. But I’ve heard the law changed so we’ll need passports if we want to go into Canada for the F1 GP or snowmobiling which is…what’s the word I’m looking for…stupid. My driver’s license has my name, photo and address on it, dammit.
Despite the lingering snow and chilly temps, we’re starting to look forward to ATV season. The husband took the Scrambler formerly known as the tall kid’s into the shop for its pre-season checkup (and some tinkering as it sat for 2 years waiting for the short kid’s legs to grow.) Now it’s officially the short kid’s and he’s dying for mud season to be over so he can get out there and ride.
(Note: The machine isn’t running. He’s just sitting on it, making vroom vroom noises and posing for the camera. If it was running he’d have his gear on.)
Please, please let it be spring soon.