Peace, quiet, and normalcy that is all I ask, but those simple desires elude me in a world that is increasingly chaotic. We had gone weeks without a proper walk. Then, on a stunningly beautiful Wednesday, we got a nice walk. I was looking forward to many more. Then the skies grew dark, the air chilled, by morning a hard, cold, rain fell, which turned to snow. Midway through the storm, Daddy trekked out to shovel it, but he was overmatched by the weight of the snow and length of the driveway. Luckily, our neighbor across the street owns a plow. Daddy offered to pay the neighbor to plow the driveway, but the man insisted on doing it for free. A rare good break, and a tremendous act of friendship. On Sunday, when Daddy was working, it snowed some more. It took him twice as long to get home. This was very worrisome. He shoveled the wet snow three more times. This was worrisome as well. Every inch of green was buried under more than a foot of snow. The driveways and