I'm at my parents', in the living room. We don't live there any more, we sold it to Corey, who lived next door to my house on Miles Court, and now sits in the corner near the door to the porch. We now live in a house next door. I'm explaining to Corey all the ways the living room has changed over the years, and I ask my dad to tell him about it, but dad starts talking about something else about the living room and I have to interrupt him and say no, that's not what we're talking about.

Then it's snowy, and to the east side of the house is a creek of wet snow running down the hill. Dad is out there with a shovel trying to keep it flowing, and he tells me how he tries to keep it running smoothly, but it seems we both get caught up in the torrent and washed out into the front yard, where somehow it pools up.