LEXINGTON, Mass. — My house sits on a street named Tower Road. But the only tower in sight these days is a mound of snow piled so high against the street sign stanchion that it’s within a foot of obscuring the sign itself.
With another 6 to 10 inches expected tomorrow night, I’m taking odds on whether the plows will simply obliterate any trace of where I live. It’s that kind of winter.
If the snow in February keeps up like it has in January, it may be time for drastic action. I’m weighing these options:
1. Dig a cave under the snow and, with a glazing of water-turned-to-ice, harden it into an igloo. We did this a few times when I was a kid on Long Island. (The advantage: Great for the imagination. The disadvantage: Gets cold and dark pretty quickly).
2. Refuse to leave the house. This could be fun for awhile. But then I’d get sick of peanut butter and, even with tenure, I think I might get fired.
3. Visit Washington, D.C., sit beside a member of that other political party at a presidential speech, stand up, sit down, clap and make believe you like the guy sitting next to you. (On second thought, that igloo is looking better.)
4. Go someplace warm. New Zealand comes to mind. I hear it’s nice there this time of year.