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Snowy Descent at Midnight

Right on time almost to the minute,  and without a sound, they silently began to arrive.  Slipping down so quietly and unobtrusively just like a late parishioner quickly sliding into the back pew of the church.  So carefully orchestrated, those early few messengers came and barely left a calling card.  These emissaries of Mother Nature should not have been ignored and actually their precipitate arrival was much anticipated.  The first few came in twos and threes, and they seemed to stagger reaching their destination.  That was around 10:00 and now it is 12:30am and omg, the armies, the hoardes, the mobs of THEM are here.  Rushing, tumbling over one another, not waiting politely for one to land – no these guys are hell bent on getting to the ground and it’s every man or snowflake for himself.

11:25am – A new day has dawned and the qualms of indecision are still dug in from last night.  Following a rousing discussion (read argument) this morning about why staying up so late makes me so late and grumpy and in the morning, and after much procrastination, I decided to call Susan and check on the pulse of the mood and weather to the south.  Always good to call your peeps – I’m in a much better frame of mind and will stop typing and start packing up – BECAUSE we are going to the Shore.  Hellooooo we will be there soon.  Susan graciously (is she ever any other way) to not only go to the grocery store for us so we would have vittles and provisions for the storm but also to figure out a way to reserve our parking space in front of our cottage. It remains a mystery to me regardless of the countless times my neighbors have told me that their side of Broadway floods more that they insist on parking on my side of the street. Gosh, finding a parking place in OG is sometimes like circling around East 86th St looking for a parking place!!! And if there is a pagan god of parking or a blessed saint who patronizes poor auto owners in New York City who cannot afford a garage and must subject their car and themselves to the rigors and horrors and bangs of parking on the street – alternative side parking only – WELL then, please smile benevolently upon us because come Monday, my life will be really really unpleasant if we have braved the elements to the south and dug out to come home to Manhattan and we can’t park the damn car. Geez, we probably couldn’t even sell it on the street if we can’t park it because it is a Toyota!!!!!  See you at the beach….Lori

Will it snow? Yes! How much? Who knows? A classic marital major difference of opinion is about to ensue – hell it has already started.  I want to go the shore, I want to go to the Super Bowl Party, of course I always want to go to an event. So it is going to snow… having lived in New England most of my adult life I know it’s just snow. And I don’t mind doing all of the shoveling, REALLY. I think it’s cozy to be in the cottage in a snow storm, there’s plenty of food in the freezer BUT not so for Peter.  Having spent his adult life in Manhattan where in a blizzard a man will come and bring you food, where you can go downstairs and a bus or a subway will do the driving for you or a taxi will take you where you want to go and he will handle the roads.  Of course since there is so much going on under the surface in the City, the snow doesn’t stick because it just melts on contact.  On the other hand, once that snow hits the road in Ocean Grove, it is apt to stay there for a looooonnnng time depending on what street you live on. Me – I’m cool, I’m on Broadway.  I think the idea of walking to Nagle’s to have some peppermint ice cream and see who else ventured out,is a great idea. Emotionally I want to go, next weekend I can’t. See saw back and forth what to do what to do? The head kicks in and says and why do you want to shovel snow and what will you do with the car on Monday when you return to NYC and there is no parking!!!

I’ll listen to the 11:00 news and hear the same predictions and turn to him and say What to do? What to do?

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Self-described Martha groupie, Mah Jongg junkie, Decorating Diva incorporating way too many collections. OCD about organization, etiquette (read appropriate social behavior) and according to husband – cleaning the house. Left of center politically, recovering Catholic married to a Jew.
Divide life’s precious moments between celebrating life in New York City, nesting in our cottage in Ocean Grove New Jersey and doting on adorable grand-daughter in Boston and worrying about the two dysfunctional offspring living in L.A. – of course they live in L.A.!! Am passionate about Jersey tomatoes and ice cream. OH, and I also sell real estate in Manhattan.