March 9, 2005


It was in the 40’s yesterday, and now it’s 11 degrees outside and windy. And there’s snow in the driveway.

Simply craptacular.


I’m sure we all have our stories of the last 18 or so fun hours. I stopped in at Newbury Comics in North Dartmouth before going home last night. When I left the office it was raining, turning to sleet and it was hovering around freezing. I went into the store and did my shopping for about 20 minutes or so.

When I came out there was sleet mixed with snow whipping through the air and coating everything. The doors of the Jeep were frozen. The ground was covered with a quickly freezing slush. The temperature had dropped to 22 degrees, and was still dropping.

The ride home was a mess, but nothing spectacular to note.

I spread ice melt on the driveway before I entered the house, and it’s a good thing. Where the salt fell the driveway is relatively clear now (after having been shovelled). Everywhere else, the snow froze to the ground.


Posted by James at March 9, 2005 7:54 AM
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So I took off at 3:30 to catch the 4:10 home, and I'm glad I did. What a miserable windy ride home from the train station! What should have taken 15 minutes took about half an hour.

Just clearing off the car was a trial. I would clear off one side, then move on to the other side, and by the time I finished, the first side was covered with snow again.

All the way home, I kept saying "Car, don't fail me now!" and it didn't. WHEW!

Posted by: Patti M. at March 9, 2005 8:22 AM

You know, at least it's sunny. One must look on the bright side. Yesterday I got a lecture on not being negative about the fact that my body is falling apart, so let's not be negative about the weather, either. I'll pretend that I can walk across the room without limping, and you pretend that 13 degrees is balmy. Deal?

Posted by: Maggie at March 9, 2005 8:38 AM


Posted by: James at March 9, 2005 8:39 AM

Um, no. I think it is perfectly acceptable to feel a bit of bitterness when one's body does not cooperate, as long as it's not a phase in which one becomes stuck.

When I was first diagnosed with MS, a dear co-worker told me not to be bitter. I replied that I would indeed be bitter for a while, and I would revel in my bitterness. I did, and then I let it go.

So go ahead--be bitter. I think it's therapeutic.

Posted by: Patti M. at March 9, 2005 8:44 AM

Yeah... I've had enough snow at this point. Yep.

Posted by: Chuck S. at March 9, 2005 8:47 AM

Oh, yeah, I'm bitter about the BITTER COLD and snow. I'm done. Look--I was born here, I love to ski, skate, go ice fishing, the whole 9 yards, BUT...

I've had it. I no longer wish to spend extra time during my day dressing up in mutiple layers just so I can go outside. I'm ready for spring, even if that means I have to hear the brats next door screaming their heads off at 10:30 P.M. while I'm trying to sleep.

I'd like more of Monday, when I drove home with the windows of my car wide open. Ahh...that was nice.

Posted by: Patti M. at March 9, 2005 8:52 AM

My advice to Maggie is not compatible with the weather discussion. I was telling her that people who view themselves as getting old or as falling apart fulfil their own prophecy.

You can be bitterly defiant. But if you're bitterly resigned to growing old, and you talk about how you're growing old and falling apart all the time, not only is that boring but that's what will happen to you. Bang, you're old and falling apart.

The difference between young and old people is not that one has health problems and the other does not. It's how you internalize those problems.

Chronic ilness is similar. My stomach is a mess on the inside for whatever reason. I do what I can to treat it, I avoid food if I think they're going to exacerbate the problem. But I don't consider that "I'm old now, that's it, my stomach is never going to be better, I'm falling apart."

I was born with a birth defect. I'm never going to have a normal right hand or a pectoralis muscle on that side. Instead of taking the view that there was something wrong with me and that was it, I learned to live with, ignore it and stop thinking about it unless absolutely necessary.

I guess it comes down to: the wrong kind of attitude is dangerous.

Being pissed that my fingers are frozen from 11 degree weather is not the same thing.

Posted by: James at March 9, 2005 9:06 AM

If I had a magic wand, I would wave it and transport us all to a nice warm place where waiters on the beach deliver, unbidden, drinks with umbrellas in them.

Ahh...there's a thought. A not-too-hot day at the beach (mid 80s) with a book and wait staff.

Wonder if I can get a magic wand on Ebay.

Posted by: Patti M. at March 9, 2005 9:10 AM

Do Mai Tais go with sushi?

Posted by: James at March 9, 2005 9:13 AM

If you want them to, why not? I say anything goes!

Posted by: Patti M. at March 9, 2005 9:15 AM

So what did you get at Newbury Comics? Spill!

Posted by: Chuck S. at March 9, 2005 10:05 AM

My magic wand?!

Posted by: Patti M. at March 9, 2005 10:24 AM

I personally think that attitude is attitude. And if I'm a little unhappy that my body has entered a new decrepit phase, I do not see my attitude toward that as any different from you complaining about anything and everything that comes your way that's a little inconvenient. You may be over the body thing, but get over everything else!

Posted by: Maggie at March 9, 2005 10:51 AM

You're not decrepit. Decrepit people can't run. That's what I'm talking about.

I don't see the value in telling everyone you're decrepit and encouraging yourself and others to view you as decrepit. That's all I'm saying.

Complaining isn't the issue. "Getting over" stuff isn't the issue. Complaining "I feel like crap" is different than saying "I feel like crap, but that's because I'm practically a corpse."

Posted by: James at March 9, 2005 10:58 AM

I think your first argument was more eloquent.


Or, actually, with your pronunciation:

I actually prefer the multiple-p raspberry:

One must have just the right balance of p's and h's.

Posted by: Maggie at March 9, 2005 11:01 AM

To answer Chuck's question, I got a used copy of a "The Who" CD. And I got a used copy of The Big Lebowski for under $7.

Newbury comics rawks. ("rocks" misspelled to emphasize my ass-kicking pronunciation)

Posted by: James at March 9, 2005 11:14 AM

Oh, boy. Dinner at your house is going to be fun tonight!

Posted by: Patti M. at March 9, 2005 11:15 AM

I always preferred Jim Davis' method of spelling raspberries:


It catches the beginning bit of spit, the 'th' sound, and the long drawn out bilabial fricative.

Posted by: Chuck S. at March 9, 2005 11:59 AM

It wasn't really a raspberry. Very dry, no spit involved.

More like a "Pffffffffffffft."

Posted by: James at March 9, 2005 12:02 PM


Sounds more like a fart to me.

Posted by: Chuck S. at March 9, 2005 12:55 PM

It's not a digestive problem, it's a dismissive sound. Listen to the MP3.

On an unrelated note, I saw your name here, online while i was looking for the quote book. Where is the quote book nowadays?

Posted by: James at March 9, 2005 1:51 PM

One of his frequent complaints was that I didn't read his blog. As in, "*snif* You'd know that if you read my blog."

He's so happy I read his blog now. ;-)

Posted by: Maggie at March 9, 2005 2:10 PM

Really glad I'm not coming over for dinner.

Posted by: Patti M. at March 9, 2005 2:19 PM

Maggie, what made you decide to start reading the occasional weblog? I remember you not being too crazy about them and I found your resistance to the fad strangely comforting.

(these weblog comments are turning into message board threads)

Posted by: Mike at March 9, 2005 2:27 PM

LOL, Mike.

"Let's get Maggie. She won't like it, she hates everything."

All is right with the world if Maggie still hates something. ;-)

(I never did understand that commercial as a child. Obviously if you're faced with something disgusting, you give it to the kid who will eat everything. Of course the commercial was for the parents, though.)

I think I decided I would start a blog myself because I was thinking of proposing a column to the local newspaper, and it would really be served by a blog component. So I am sort of writing a "trial." I don't know if I'll ever propose that column.

I didn't like them because they seemed like a sloppy, disorganized way to have a website, and because I didn't like some of James' posts, the ones that were more personal in nature. Maybe because I'm more private. There are private things I post about, but I guess I'm just comfortable with a different set of private issues.

Posted by: Maggie at March 9, 2005 2:55 PM

Okay I listened to the MP3. Yeah, that's pretty dismissive. You made that sound to your wife?

The quote book is entombed in the guts of my hard drive. I haven't been interested in reinstating my website in its current incarnation, and the blog is keeping me busy. Right now brings up a dead AT&T page.

Posted by: Chuck S. at March 9, 2005 7:35 PM

I typed it to my wife.

Posted by: James at March 9, 2005 9:47 PM

Wow. I was going to post about how driving home last night was most definitely the worst weather I've ever driven in, but then there were 27(!) comments! Now I'm demoralized and I've decided not to make my driving observation.


However, I made a nice spring stylesheet for any Cry for Help readers with winter blahs. Should be up soon.

Posted by: Bil at March 9, 2005 10:48 PM

Could you guys send some of that snow on up north? Cause I really wanted to snowboard one more time before the season is out. And our mountains are dry.

Great White North my ass!


Posted by: rui at March 9, 2005 11:58 PM

It rained, and so the snow is now a whole lot of ice-encrusted dirt.

But we're supposed to get more snow over the weekend and into next week.


Time is on our side. The Sun's rays are straightening out. As it gets warmer, Snow Miser is going to have a tougher time getting the stuff to accumulate.

Bil, demoralized at my comments? Don't worry -- it's mostly people who noticed I woke up with a big "kick me" sign on my back yesterday. Owies.

Posted by: James at March 10, 2005 8:22 AM

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