By the numbers
Mary Hall, Rita Wolpert, Marion Kaselle, Andrew Hall, Ramona Jan, Barbara Winfield, Ann Finneran, Judith Katz, Ellen Singer, Jeffrey Lackey, Joanna Hartell, Sarah Mitchell and Lisa Weeks gave me pause, once again, to marvel at just how much talent resides in the region. Funny, touching and genuine, the collective impressed not only me, but the 75 others who turned out for this event.
With the temperature now rising to a balmy 22 degrees, I slid down the steps leaving the bakery to note that the crack in the windshield was holding at 13 (aargh) inches.
Seven days into spring, I am a bit concerned that the snow is here to stay. I still have three or four inches on the ground and have lost my patience with winter. I’m anxious to put away the 11 pairs of gloves, the six scarves, four extra-heavy coats (and a partridge in a pear tree). Enough already. I have a number of things to cross off the spring cleaning list, but have yet to begin. The “hairline” crack is over 14 inches now—and I’m hoping the repair will not break the bank.
I don’t recall who said it, but “the sun will come out tomorrow” is beginning to sound like a hollow promise. I had better take a deep breath—and count to 10.