The !!!SNOWPACOLYPSE!!! Rearranges Everything
I can see the 290 freeway in the distance from my kitchen window. Even late at night, I can usually see far away headlights coming and going, vanishing to wherever one goes at that hour. Friday night, during the height of the blizzard, the freeway was empty. Maybe every 15 or 20 minutes or so, I'd see the distinctive blinking lights of an emergency vehicle, but that's all. Friday night was nearly silent.
Needless to say, the weather and the subsequent travel ban has made plans go kablooey. Saturday was spent outside with upstairs neighbor Kate, shoveling snow. Thankfully, some neighbors came by with a snowblower to help finish off the glacier at the bottom of our driveway, or else it would have taken forever. As it was, it took all day. Luckily, the roads were good enough for us to run to Nancy Chang's to grab Chinese food for our floors, as no one was in the mood to cook. On the way there, at the top of Harlow Street, we came across a car stuck in ice. I got out to push, and when that wasn't enough, Kate got out to help. We were soon joined by a young couple who came out of the church, then a big guy saw us from across the street and came over. It took five of us to get that car unstuck, but we finally sent it on its way.
I fell in love a little with my neighborhood yesterday, the way everyone helped each other out.
Yesterday was supposed to be the Northeast memorial for Jack McCarthy, but it's been rescheduled for today at the Follen Unitarian Church in Lexington, Massachusetts at 3PM. The service will be followed by a reception at the church and an open mic at 6:30PM at the Chelmsford Public Library.
I had previously been set for a birthday lunch with my in-laws today, but I've cancelled that to be able to make the service. Can't stay for the open mic, though, because I have to be home in time to LiveBlog the Grammys for Telegram.com. Because work is work, even if it seems a little strange, under the circumstances. I think it's a strangeness Jack would appreciate.
Tomorrow, back to a jam-packed day at the office, with things I delayed working on to get out ahead of the storm. But I can't linger too late, because I have my "41st Birthday Celebration" reading at The Dirty Gerund Poetry Show at 9 p.m. I'll be releasing my new, limited-edition chapbook "Toxic Waltz," and reading selections from the longer piece I have under way, "Why We Should Suffer For This." Also, there will be music from one of my favorite local musicians, James Keyes.
It's going to be a busy next few days. Glad to be out from underneath the snow.
Needless to say, the weather and the subsequent travel ban has made plans go kablooey. Saturday was spent outside with upstairs neighbor Kate, shoveling snow. Thankfully, some neighbors came by with a snowblower to help finish off the glacier at the bottom of our driveway, or else it would have taken forever. As it was, it took all day. Luckily, the roads were good enough for us to run to Nancy Chang's to grab Chinese food for our floors, as no one was in the mood to cook. On the way there, at the top of Harlow Street, we came across a car stuck in ice. I got out to push, and when that wasn't enough, Kate got out to help. We were soon joined by a young couple who came out of the church, then a big guy saw us from across the street and came over. It took five of us to get that car unstuck, but we finally sent it on its way.
I fell in love a little with my neighborhood yesterday, the way everyone helped each other out.
Yesterday was supposed to be the Northeast memorial for Jack McCarthy, but it's been rescheduled for today at the Follen Unitarian Church in Lexington, Massachusetts at 3PM. The service will be followed by a reception at the church and an open mic at 6:30PM at the Chelmsford Public Library.
I had previously been set for a birthday lunch with my in-laws today, but I've cancelled that to be able to make the service. Can't stay for the open mic, though, because I have to be home in time to LiveBlog the Grammys for Telegram.com. Because work is work, even if it seems a little strange, under the circumstances. I think it's a strangeness Jack would appreciate.
Tomorrow, back to a jam-packed day at the office, with things I delayed working on to get out ahead of the storm. But I can't linger too late, because I have my "41st Birthday Celebration" reading at The Dirty Gerund Poetry Show at 9 p.m. I'll be releasing my new, limited-edition chapbook "Toxic Waltz," and reading selections from the longer piece I have under way, "Why We Should Suffer For This." Also, there will be music from one of my favorite local musicians, James Keyes.
It's going to be a busy next few days. Glad to be out from underneath the snow.
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