Even Mr. Weather Man agrees "This is like a 1970s-'80s winter . . . "
Those of us who remember those endless winters, we are finally, officially corroborated. All those memories of those long, harsh winters are actually true. We did walk to school in the snow uphill every day. Uphill in both directions. Barefoot.
But when I walked downtown yesterday, my shoes swimming in slush, and thanked the kind gentlekid for shoveling the sidewalk in front of a downtown business, and he said, "Be careful; another storm is coming Sunday," and I replied, "Hey, it's another day," and he responded, "At least it's not a Tsunami . . . "
. . . I agreed. He's right.
So we've got some snow and some sleet and some freezing rain and some cold. At least it's not hail. Or a bombogenesis. Or a plague of locust.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz