Lesson #1: Driving

 

Snow doesn't always announce itself. When it does, it comes 110% harder in the country, where it continues to pile up unchecked. Scraper? Salt truck? Funny.

When it comes down like this, out of nowhere, the only hope is to repeat as follows, with volume and conviction: "Hari Krishna, Hari Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hari Hari, Hari Rama, Hari Rama, Rama Rama, Hari Hari"

 

• I'm a reluctant country girl.
• I have no clue how to fix anything.
• I can't garden.
• I panic when I see animal tracks.
• My hundred-year-old house in the country is haunted.
• I'm terrified of my basement.
• When the wind blows hard, I start gathering candles frantically.
• I can't cook.
• The barking of a dog triggers intense anxiety attacks.
• Wind chimes inevitably mean intruders.

This should be an adventure.