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A Southerner Moves To New England
A Very Funny Story
Jan. 10 5:00P.M. It's starting to snow, the first time since we moved here and the first one we have ever seen. The wife and I took our coffee and sat by the picture window watching the snow flakes drift down, clinging to the trees and covering the ground. It was beautiful!

Jan. 11 We awoke to a lovely blanket of crystal snow covering the landscape. What a fantastic sight. Every tree and shrub covered with a beautiful mantle. I shoveled snow for the first time and loved it. I did both our driveways and the sidewalk. Later the snow plow came by and accidentally covered the driveways with compact snow from the street. The driver smiled and waved. I waved back and shoveled the driveways again.

Jan 12 It snowed an additional five inches last night and the temperature has dropped to eleven degrees. Several tree limbs and most of the shrubs have collapsed from the weight of the snow. I shoveled our driveways again. Shortly after I finished, the snow plow came by. Needless to say our driveways were covered with snow again. Much of the snow is now brownish gray. Not as pretty now.

Jan 13 It warmed up enough during the day to create some slush that turned to ice when the temperature dropped again. I bought snow tires for both cars. I think I invented a new dance trying to stay on my feet on the slippery driveway. I fell all over the place and finally made a three point landing (butt and both elbows.) Didn't break anything but paid the chiropractor one hundred and forty-five dollars to line everything back up again. The forecast is for more snow and an ice storm tonight. Both cars are covered with salt and crud.

Jan 14 Still cold enough to freeze fire. Sure enough, we got another eight inches of that freezy skid stuff before the ice storm hit last night. I sold the wife's car and bought a 4x4 so I could take her to work. On the way, we slid into a guard rail and did a bunch of damage to the right quarter panel. Looks like I'll be shoveling this stuff all day today. That snow plow came through here three times today. This is not pretty.

Jan 15 It's two degrees outside, almost that cold in here. Got more of that dad-gummed snow last night. It's about to get ugly. More tree limbs are down, all the shrubs are flat. The power went out last night. Tried to keep from freezing to death by burning candles and a kerosene heater. Tripped over the heater, knocking it over, and nearly burnt the house down. I managed to put out the fire but suffered second degree burns on my hands and face. My eyebrows and eyelashes are gone. I look plumb funny. The car slid on ice into a concrete wall near the emergency room, and it was totaled. I'm still sore from the fall the other day.

Jan 16 More snow. More dad-gummed snow. It keeps falling. I don't think it will ever stop. I have never been so cold. I wear all the clothes that I own just to go tot he mailbox. I think my body temperature is about thirty-five degrees. I shoveled the driveways two more times and if I catch that snow plow driver, I'll make him eat every bite of the snow that he threw back on my driveways. I think he's hiding around the corner, just waiting for me to shovel the driveways again, but I'll get him. Power is still off. The toilet froze. Part of the roof started to cave in from the weight of the snow and ice. Why, oh why, did we ever move here?

Jan 17 Six more inches of that dad-blasted snow and sleet and no telling what else fell last night. I think I clipped the snow plow driver with the snow shovel, but he got away. The wife left me, said I was crazy. She took the 4x4. The dog-gone car wont start. I think I'm going snow blind. I can't move my toes. Haven't seen the sun in weeks. More snow predicted with a wind chill minus twenty-two degrees. New England can go to blazes. I hate it here. If I can make it to the Greyhound bus station, I'm going back to the Mississippi coast.

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