Awaiting the Storm - And the Pats Game - With Trepidation

If you look at one TV station, they say the outer Cape is getting 8-10 inches; another says 2 inches; another says 4-6, still another predicts 13 inches, etc. Every weather app or site says something different. But I have to get out of here tomorrow evening by 7 pm. I have several events in Ann Arbor but the most important one is a reading in midafternoon Tuesday. It was a difficult week. My knees are sore from exercise although I tried to be careful. I am worried about getting out of here – will the town plow our road in time? If not, we’re screwed. Will Naomi get through the snow to feed the cats? Will we lose power in the very high winds? If the power goes out, the pipes could freeze. Etc. Etc. It was a difficult week workwise. I have not been getting much writing done. That upsets me. I’ve been doing a lot of the work my secretary/assistant has always done. It eats into my writing time. I’m not getting poems submitted unless I do it myself, which also is time consuming. Woody is convinced the Patriots are going to lose; I’m more optimistic, but I also worry that I’ll have to hit the road before the game is over. I’d like to see the Panthers & Cardinals game too, but no chance of that. I am even more worried we’ll be stuck here and the road won’t get plowed in time for my trip. The seeds have been arriving and we’ve been logging them in. Several no-shows. Two different kinds of butternuts squash have not come and one is backordered. Some kind of crop failure? There are two more orders still to come. Then I’ll start looking through what I consider the supplemental catalogs for what hasn’t come. Willow and Xena have destroyed the artichoke plants by lying on them. It doesn’t matter much. They take up a lot of space and I have no illusions they would ever produce artichokes. It’s been a frustrating week, all told. I hope the after returning from Ann Arbor will be better. And that I can finally find the time to get to my own real work. Waiting for the storm to hit, hoping to get the essential laundry done before the power goes out, if it does, worrying about driving conditions and actually getting out of here when it’s time….high anxiety.