Wood in snow

For a little while, with red cheeks and a red coat, I stood out by the woodpile and thought, “What is this hump in front?” Well, ACK and double ACK, it was a small pile of logs that had not been racked, but forgotten and then snowed over.

So, for a little while, I used hands encumbered by monster gloves and whacked at one piece of buried wood with another already uncovered piece, until I had enough pieces loose and free to carry in. It was not a bad task; the temperature was in the twenties and I was sheltered from what wind there was. I didn’t pile myself with logs; I took one at a time . . . because they are new wood and also have the weight of ice on them.

Walking back and forth. I felt akin to generations before me. And now I sit with my laptop and feel akin to generations after . . . maybe I have the best of both worlds.

Another storm?

We have a Winter Storm Warning in effect through Thursday. So, I guess I’ll head out to Wal-Mart for some Alka-Seltzer Orange Zest Plus for my sinus. Actually, it says it’s for colds, but I find it works better than the designated sinus Alka-Seltzer. Truly boring to read this, I know, but after enough snow and cold and wind, your mind whites out.

That being the case, I should just specify an empty area and post it for today, but I’m revved up because I still have to scroll by Joe Biden’s clown face to get to “Site Administration”, so I wouldn’t be satisfied with not typing. I need to punch these keys just as if they are his face.

PUNCH
PUNCH
PUNCH
PUNCH
PUNCH

I can imagine someone in my family buying a Jack in the Box and then altering Jack to be a Joe face. Auuuugggghhhhhh. I’d probably grab that popping up head and slam the whole contraption against the wall – over and over again. It would be therapeutic.