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Thread #31575   Message #412007
Posted By: Peg
06-Mar-01 - 11:29 AM
Thread Name: BS: BLIZZARD! (Virtually Snowed In)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE SNOW MAN (Wallace Stevens)
The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Wallace Stevens

well, we have about eight inches here so far; and it is still coming down. I shall venture out to do some shovelling later. May build the fire in the fireplace early tonight...and am thinking of making cookies with the new/old Kitchen Aid mixer I dug out of the neighbor's trash! (works fine)

White chocolate chip/oatmeal cookies anyone?

BTW (request for help coming); the house I live in is being sold and the new potential owner has a yucky vibe; seems like he is not being honest with me about my fate here (whether his son will keep me on as a tenant) and the rental market in Boston is insane right now. He seems s typical Yankee steakhead so maybe a woman living alone (a witch no less) is distasteful to him. Maybe it's the kitties.

In any case I would appreciate any thoughts you all can spare: either that I get to stay here and all is well...or if I have to move I find something nice and affordable where the cats will be happy. I have a lovely huge 2 BR all to myself with a porch, fireplace, antique roses, wisteria, a quince tree...would hate to give it up, it has been my home for 4 years. And my current rent is about half what the market says the place is "worth" now (damn greedy landlords; mine has been quite fair).

Please picture me reading by the fire in winter, cuddled with my kitties, pruning the roses in spring, sipping lemonade on the back porch in the heat of summer, harvesting quince in the fall for mead-brewing friends, for years to come...thanks.

Peg