It’s 600 lb.Life night. And while I watch, I am eating a cheese ball and sourdough pizza pieces. Not exactly a cultural event, but then the weather outside is awful. That was the way that song began originally, but, of course, it was decided by the powers that be that it wouldn’t sell and so it was turned into a Wintertime/Christmas tune. And that will make no sense unless you are in an off the wall mood with a whimsical garnish.
It started snowing yesterday and it is still snowing. The flakes are little and wet and moving with a strong horizontal wind. The radar had indicated that it should have stopped by now, but that isn’t happening. Tomorrow the high is supposed to be 23 and on Sunday it is predicted to be 51 degrees. We’ll see.
Meanwhile, back in the present, I’m not sure this lady is 600 pounds. She looks a lot lighter to me than that. She’s walking, riding in the front seat of a car . . . but is barefoot all the time. Is her weight in her feet?
You would think this would inspire me to crack down on my weight. What I need is a house that has mirrors that show me from the shoulders down. It’s amazing how misleading a face can be.