Cuparia

Here are two more photographs from the afternoon of this snowy day:

A view from my front porch

A nearby chimney

It began snowing last night and it continues to snow as of this posting. Here is the view from my front door at 10:00 a.m.:

There was much shovelling.

October 2008 was the sixth anniversary of my cessation of cigarette-smoking. In six years I have not smoked a single cigarette! In that time, however, I have had numerous dreams in which I have found myself smoking, cursed myself for ruining my record, and then told myself, “What the Hell, I may as well finish the pack before I quit again.” Eventually, I awaken thinking I really did smoke a cigarette, but in a short time I realize it was just a dream and breathe a sigh of relief. Well, in the real world my record is intact, and I am still only a very occasional smoker of pipes and fine cigars. If I were still a tobacconist I would probably be smoking four to twelve pipes or cigars a day. These days I don’t even smoke that much in a month and sometimes I don’t smoke that much in a span of several months. (I don’t think I smoked at all between the middle of November and today, the first of January.) My conscious cravings are very rare and easily conquered, which is in stark contrast to the notorious early days of my cigarette-quitting misadventures. The memory of those days only fortifies me against the temptation of ever starting again. I hereby celebrate my sixth anniversary of emancipation from cigarette dependency.

It is 42 minutes too late for the Eastern Time Zone in North America, but here is the Cuparium’s annual link to the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne: the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne. For this we honor the memory of the Scottish Bard, Robert Burns.