Friday, December 22, 2006

Blizzard of 2006


Here in Boulder we are digging out from under the blizzard of 2006, with more than two and a half feet of snow on the ground from Wednesday’s storm.

The tiny lighted deer under the maple tree previously mentioned in my Christmas Letter are a little worse for wear. The one who lifts his head as if to sniff the air is now up to his neck in white stuff, and the one who grazes under the tree looks like she’s performed a face plant in a snowdrift.

Enchanting as all the snow is, it has caused some major headaches in the metro area, with DIA closed down and all the roads impassible. Digging out is hard work for 50-somethings; Mark and I are nursing our sore muscles and backs after a couple of days of it. The local news shows feature stories of good Samaritans driving around in their all-terrain vehicles rescuing stranded motorists. I finally understand all those truck commercials during the football games—the ones that feature manly men in their very large trucks exuding strength and competence. That’s a lot easier to do if you have the right truck—and it feels good to be strong enough to help other people out. Let’s hear it for random acts of kindness. As Martha Stewart would say, “It’s a good thing.”

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