This is the winter morningof my discontent

I’m standing in my kitchen at the moment, typing on the laptop and sipping at some coffee, snow falling outside, the powder coming down faster and heavier than anything else we’ve seen this season.

Outside the window, the patio table has about 3 inches on it, the patio covered. Out front, the driveway is coated and the car and the newspaper in its yellow bag at the end of the driveway is barely visible.

I hate this stuff — still have to get the shovels out and clear the driveway so I can get out and head to a morning meeting and then to the office.

Mostly, this is just a hassle, the shoveling, clearing the car (see above, the Murano at about 8 a.m. today), the general stupidity of most drivers.

The dog, however, likes nothing more than to play in the snow. I can’t go out to shovel and leave her in the house — she cries and spins around and generally bugs Annie. Usually, Annie will help me shovel and Honey will run around the yard, finding a buried tennis ball and make us stop what we’re doing to throw it for her.

It keeps it light and keeps me from complaining about shoveling too much. I complain, but then the dog makes me laugh.

I’d move someplace warm, but I like New Jersey and the dog would never forgive us.

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Author: hankkalet

Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie. View all posts by hankkalet