It is the start of another Lenten season, a time for repentance, self examination and the reminder that we are but dust, mortal beings trying so desperately to live immortal lives. If anything, these past few weeks have taught me that my own illusion of control is just that, an illusion. A blizzard followed by several more winter storms have dropped record snow onto our area. That, along with the wicked cold has caused problems all over the place. Narrow roads, snow banks so high that even Andre the Giant wouldn’t be able to see over them. Driving becomes an exercise in seeing how far I can stretch my neck in order to look for any oncoming traffic before I pull out. Then, there are the ice dams, more like ice damn. That build up of ice on the roof near the gutters that has grown solid and immovable. Unfortunately, these ice dams allow the water to seep in under the shingles and voila, we have leakage in the house. This was the worst week, leaking so bad in the mud room that it turned everything back there into a frozen mess. When you have to use your ice chopper just to get into the house, then you know that there is a problem. Once the water starts to leak in then your treated to natures version of the Chinese water torture. The constant dripping of water into a bucket, the plunk, plunk that never varies. The sounds worms its way into your head until all you hear is that plunking sound. Paranoia creeps in and every nook and cranny of the house becomes another potential leak. Is this how craziness, you know that Jack Nicholson in The Shining kind of craziness, gets started? All the while my mantra continues, I am but dust and to dust I shall return. Not that I am in any rush for the returning part.