I keep thinking about Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye in White Christmas. Of course, that wa

s Hollywood and not really snow at all. There’s no Rosemary Clooney or Vera Ellen either. Maybe they should have stayed in Florida and sung Sisters one more time.

Shoveling snow is not one of the recommended activities after one has had a spinal fusion. So, like Blanche DuBois, I must “depend upon the kindness of strangers.”

The snow is still in the beautiful phase. Two young women built a snow family by the train depot in Ashland.

Truth is, I want to get back to the pool. I had created a pretty good “normal” for myself, being mindful of what I ate, swimming, feeling generally purposeful and useful. So life once again has intervened upon, uh, life. If I embark upon a comfort food extravaganza, I will be consuming way too many calories. I must therefore act as if, nothing unusual has happened. Of course, in the Northern latitudes, nothing unusual has happened. It snows in Winter.