Blanquette du Snow
The tree in the backyard has two branches down and a third very large one waving precariously. It’s wet snow, which is heavier than dry snow, which has created an epidemic of killer trees. One branch killed a guy in Central Park yesterday. They’re out to get us.
The mayor was on TV earlier, giving an update on what was closed and what the city was doing to tunnel out. Then he gave the same update in Spanish, which always makes me laugh because his Spanish is as bad as mine.
All the newscasters have made a point of repeating, “If you don’t absolutely have to go out, please stay home.” But as an unempludent who’s between classes, with no nibbles of freelance work in weeks and a lot of time on my hands, I’ve been home too much for my liking. Last night I even went out in the middle of the storm to a Meet-Up of other un- and under-employed people, where I learned about a bunch of other Meet-Ups for un- and under-employed people.
So I may tunnel out of here myself before the day is out. But I’ll stay away from trees.