The roads were well-salted and dry all the way here, but then I’m talking about major roads. Gump Road in Fort Wayne was a long mile and a quarter, accessorized with mailboxes toppled over into roadway. A lot of snow in Kendallville and it looks as if it were splatted in places like fire extinguisher foam.
South of here, where the snow wasn’t as deep, it was intense. One lady told me, “We had five inches, but it moved around a lot.” Signs on Hwy 30 were still covered with frozen snow; it helped to be familiar with what they said. The police were evident on I-75, probably looking for ecstatic drivers, thinking, “I can see the road! I can see the road!” They found a couple, but I wasn’t one of them. I will probably get the salt mobile washed in the next couple of days. Actually, at times like this I love salt. If Lot’s wife were with me, I would tell her to look back and then crumble her up on my path. Oh, that was horrible. Sigh.
In truth, it was kind of nice down in the cozy apartment, all quiet with the remote all mine. I have now watched all of the Doc Martin episodes on Netflix. He’s an acquired taste. I gave George Gently a chance; Der Bingle likes him. He’s not bad, but there is something about his appearance than makes me wary – maybe he reminds me of someone.
We probably need a BBC-type police force here at the cafe, but I don’t think the regulars will let me be Chief Inspector. I know they wouldn’t let me have a siren and bubble light. Why am I fretting about this? I should just be Her Ladyship, AmeliaJake – just let me go stick an embroidered hankie inside my cuff for those “vapors” moments.