"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow"

Drama ,,,, High Drama .... 7" of snow is, these days, sufficient to call out thetalking head thespians .... High Drama over 7"! Our youngest should be here later on with her brood for dinner. Visitors to my office, today, will most likely postpone their visits ... more time for me to cook dinner. Yay! I had a Canadian racquetball partner who for many years would have a gathering to usher in the New Year .... Crepes ... Blintzes. Think we'll make some blintzes for tonight. M does the filling ... For tonight ... Mashed potato with fried onions and mushrooms. I'll do the wraps. Still trying to figure out what kind of Soup goes with Potato Blintzes/Crepes? If I could remember what gathered in the soup pot for the celebrated New Year's Eve Soup, I'd replicate it, I suppose ...., detail memory is one of the first to leave most Last Quarter parties! .... I suspect I'll have lots of time to cook, anyway, as there is a covering of snow and people just don't travel through the snow in 21st C. Philadelphia. Have already shoveled a path for GuntherDog to have some privacy when he goes out to relieve himself. Our oldest is in the Middle East on business and our middle must be methodically and calmly shoveling snow with his son in the burbs South of Boston. At least they have something to shovel ... foot and a half or something. I have the path to the office clear, too. But the drama .... life in North America and drama? I suppose every age has its reasons for getting excited. apparently, every part of the human anatomy is open to inspection on the Internet and that drama, I suppose, needs to be replaced. (GuntherDog, by the way, is already resting from his AM lavage and the coffee has long been made ... Mad Dogs and Old Men ... ? .... Or is it Old Dogs and Mad Men, perhaps, have less to get excited about. What is drama about? I think when they were handing it out, I was doing what I did best ... 'playing hooky' .... hanging in the quiet of museums and dorky universities. One of my high school teachers who had a deep Eastern European accent mixed with a little Shanghai from his WWII years there ... He would say "Hovid ... Yer no shtudent ... Jest a bum mitt office hours." Well I must've been out on that day, too. The funny thing is that I do experience something like drama in my chest ... I don't suspect anyone except maybe M knows about it ... Or maybe it's just another one of those 'guy things.' Who's to know? Howard as calm as Dirty Harry ... I wasn't so calm when I ruptured a disc (L4-L5?) couple years back. I had crawled to the front door ... "Don't worry, M. I'll just crawl down to the car and drive over to the ER." Any case, maybe I'm just forgetting my own drama. The weather outside is frightful ... damn ... 7" of snow? .... Idiopathic arrhythmias? Maybe I'll just crawl back to bed until Spring. "Lotsaluck, Howard. You are who you are."