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A cold blast from the past
It is Friday and Fridays are for fun. We had a little cold weather today and even a little snow. That is how spring is in downtown Boston. Hopefully, we will likely see some trees blossoms in the next few days.
Temperatures over the weekend should be in the 50’s over the weekend which is kind of average for this time of year.
Here is a post I wrote back a year ago or so about the month of April
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
A friend of mine once told me to attract more visitors to your Boston real estate website you need to do two things:
- Create videos
- When blogging tell a story, its human nature to enjoy a good story.
Well, like most of you I’m house bound, God knows for how long. So today, I’m going to do something I normally don’t do, follow the advice of one my friends and tell a story: This is a story about Mona (the girl of my dreams) and me. This may sound boring, and it probably is.
The story goes like this…..
Mona: John, guess what I think we should do today?
Me: Err… Watch Law & Order marathon that starts in 10 min?
Mona: No! Nice try!
Me: Well, that was my best guess. What are we doing?
Mona: We’re going to do some deep cleaning of the house.
Me: Hmm….Sounds exciting, I should take off from work more often.
Mona: Would you like to start in the bathroom?
Me: Ahh…I rather do the bookshelves.
About 7 minutes into cleaning the bookshelves, I came across a book and I was thinking about the opening line. it went like this;
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
Even though this was written 71 years ago, it some how could be an appropriate opening sentence in a science fiction thriller about a pandemic virus.
As stated, the above line was written seventy one years ago, on June 8 1949, the world first read that most ominous opening sentence, written by a dying man, typing from his bed on the Hebridean island of Jura, in a fog of cigarette smoke. The book is entitled Nineteen Eighty-Four by English novelist George Orwell.
Out of curiosity I took a break from cleaning the bookshelves and went on the computer because I wanted to find out whatever happened to George Orwell after writing that classic novel.
Do you know how he died?
George Orwell died 212 days after writing the sentence “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” Do you know how he died? Severe acute respiratory pulmonary complications. I guess they didn’t have ventilators 71 years ago. Wait, its 2020 does Boston have ventilators?
Back to the Bookshelves
Mona: John, are you still cleaning the bookshelves?
Me: Yes dear
A few minutes later…..I came across another book with a more inspiring quote for these times: “Patience in times of turbulence” This quote is from one of those books we all seem to have since childhood, but most of us never read it from cover to cover, it was mostly likely read to us.
Do you know what book it is?
The Bible.
I was told by my friend every story needs three parts….
Beginning
Middle
And an end
I can handle the first two but it’s the last one, the end, I can’t seem to master. So let me end this story with this:
In a few days you’ll will wake up and you’ll be reflecting on this thought:
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks weren’t striking thirteen
The coronavirsus will be gone…..I like happy endings to stories
ps: If you like that story, you’ll love my next blog story: I think it will be a blog post thriller entitled: “John, Did you clean the bathroom, Yet”
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