Letters

Active Hibernator

Jan 10, 2018

To the Editor:

Mr. Webster defines the word hibernation this way: “to spend the winter in a dormant state.” I guess that makes me a “hibernator” since I haven’t been able to leave my house in over a week. Four-foot-high snowdrifts in my driveway prevent me from backing my car out of the garage, and because my street is a lane and not paved, the township will not plow.

I’m not complaining. I have a comfy gas fireplace, a well-stocked larder and two furry roommates, cats Scooter and Sparkles, to keep me company. I have a working TV to keep up with world news, and I can laugh the evening away watching reruns of “Everybody Loves Raymond” and “The Andy Griffith Show.” Friends from Florida and Arizona have telephoned to see if I’m OK and then tell me about the warm weather they are enjoying. My far distant grandkids keep in touch on Facebook with photos of 4-year-old great-granddaughter Charlotte and great-grandson Dylan. I’m content.

The word hibernation implies inactivity. Not so! Since I’ve been housebound I have accomplished much: 1. dismantled my 4-foot-high Christmas tree and packed the ornaments away in boxes; 2. sorted and filed papers piled on my desk and paid a few overdue bills; 3. threw out leftovers and some mold-encrusted cheese in the refrigerator; 3. collected all cookie and candy gifts and stored them in the garage freezer away from my sight; 4. made a pot of stone soup with carrots broccoli, spinach, onions, etc., which were slowly fading away in my refrigerator’s crisper drawer (yes, I actually have a smooth round stone in the soup pot); 5. finished reading two novels; 6. took a nap every day after lunch and ate when I felt like it. I must confess that one day my lunch consisted of a chunk of Swiss cheese and five chocolate covered caramels.

P.S. I need to rest now, I’m exhausted from hibernating!

Jackie Ostberg

North Beach

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