Sunday 24 March 2013
Today is Palm Sunday.
There is snow both in Suburbia Somnolenta and in Peakville. When I arrive at the Old Man’s house, I have to shovel snow off the driveway before I can park the car there. I reflect: “It’s almost time to go.” (By this I mean that it’s almost time for me to move out.) But later I realise that probably I felt that way simply because I was tired from the long drive and from shovelling snow. I realise also that on the warm sunny afternoon of 24 March 2012, I was in the garden of Mr & Mrs AR’s house, eating lunch.
From dusk onwards, for at least an hour, several times I hear noises outside. I think these noises are caused by snow falling off the roof.