I just thought I’d take a moment to mention someone who did us a big favor: Patrick Snow. When the car stopped (as in wouldn’t go anymore) at Diamond and Riley with my son driving and Colin in the backseat on the way to school, he stopped and took Colin on to school and then came back and took Robert out to Ensley’s Garage. I didn’t hear my cell phone when it rang and so this fellow helped out . . . and made our day a lot nicer. Thank you, Patrick.
I just saw that yesterday’s little post did not get published and I am not surprised. Yesterday was a fun day – one phone call notified me someone in my household was ONE credit shy of something and then the valve broke on the downstairs shower. WOO HOO. The plumber is coming at 2 pm.
But, wait, apparently the Go Wrong Sale has been extended: The burgundy Buick stopped dead at an intersection this morning. I am wondering about this trend.
WEll, GEE, I thought I had pushed “publish” yesterday . . . so, from yesterday:
I just wrote something and it flowed out of me; I waited then to see if I was done. While my fingers hovered over the keyboard, I thought, “Well, Hell, I’ll use this tool function.” Extra spaces between words – I always get that, so I took it in stride and clicked “CHANGE” repeatedly. Then it put Wubba in red, like this: Wubba and I clicked “IGNORE” and grinned. I mean ignoring a Wubba is the last thing I want to do.
I wasn’t feeling at all myself yesterday, on top of not feeling well period,
and I spent the day in front of the TV out here on the porch. I just sat here and repeatedly thought how lucky I was that some of the older movies that I had been thinking about were being shown on various cable channels in non-competing time slots.
I did mention in the morning that I wasn’t feeling well, but I don’t think it sank in with people until one person came out, looked at the screen, looked a me and back at the screen and offered, “YOU”RE watching a movie?”
Then Summer came out and looked at me and the screen and asked, “And you’re not reading a book at the same time?”
No. I was just sitting and staring at the screen. I did that all day – FOUR movies.
Of course, now it is today. I am feeling less foggy, although I have already made a couple of hurried bathroom runs. So, what to do? Push it a little or milk it? Do you know how people sometimes just start exclaiming and muttering curses when they are faced with doing the right thing? Well, be glad this isn’t audio.
Okay, the weeblized munchkin is getting up and setting the remote aside.
Oh, apparently I need a pep talk. Visualizing John Wayne here . . . Okay, let’s move ’em out.
It’s uncertain how we’ll spend this week-end because some of us here are feeling not-so-good and are no doubt walking germ factories. Quentin is scheduled to come next Friday and we don’t want to get Der Bingle sick for that so maybe he’ll stay in Dayton. And I would stay on the sofa and Summer would alternate between the other end and her room and we would have Kleenex and blankies handy.
If the under-the-weatherness develops further, I might just put on the weather channel and let Jim Cantore tell me all about the blizzard heading at Boston. They are saying it may top the Great Blizzard of 1978. Makes me feel old and highlights the passage of generations; I’m one of the old-timers now who tells stories of the the GB of ’78. A long time ago, I’d be the one listening to older folks talk about their parents and the storm of 1888 and I heard my own parents tell about the winter of ’36. COLD. Of course, I don’t think watching one on TV is the same as – oh, let’s say, sitting huddled under blankets in the dark by the fireplace, if you’re lucky enough to have one.
Tummies are queasy here as well . . . but let’s not go into detail about that.
Let’s hope this works.
It didn’t so I am going with YouTube.
A wee bit ago, I tried to link over here to . . . I don’t know . . . maybe ramble about how the Budweiser Clydesdales make me choke up. But the server would not connect. If it was an omen, I don’t see the point of it because there is nothing controversial about the endearing Clydesdales. However, hearing the announcement of NO SCHOOL, I looked out the window and
JUST TO SHARE:
.. WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY REMAINS IN EFFECT UNTIL 1 PM EST THIS AFTERNOON…
HAZARDOUS WEATHER…
* SNOW WILL INCREASE IN INTENSITY THROUGH DAYBREAK AND CONTINUE THROUGH INTO THIS AFTERNOON.
* TOTAL ACCUMULATIONS OF 3 TO 5 INCHES WITH ISOLATED HIGHER AMOUNTS POSSIBLE ALONG AND JUST NORTH OF THE HIGHWAY 30 CORRIDOR.
* THE SNOW MAY BE HEAVY AT TIMES DURING THE MORNING RUSH HOUR.
IMPACTS…
* UNTREATED ROADS WILL BECOME SNOW COVERED AND SLICK. VISIBILITIES WILL BE GREATLY REDUCED AT TIMES… ESPECIALLY IN HEAVIER SNOW BANDS.
* THE GREATEST SNOWFALL RATES ARE EXPECTED DURING THE MORNING COMMUTE… LEADING TO DIFFICULT TRAVEL.
PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS…
A WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY FOR SNOW MEANS THAT PERIODS OF SNOW WILL CAUSE PRIMARILY TRAVEL DIFFICULTIES. BE PREPARED FOR SNOW COVERED ROADS AND LIMITED VISIBILITIES… AND USE CAUTION WHILE DRIVING.
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… ACCUMULATING SNOW THROUGH AFTERNOON…
.A FAST MOVING CLIPPER SYSTEM WILL MOVE OUT OF IOWA AND INTO THE EASTERN OHIO VALLEY BY THIS AFTERNOON. ACCUMULATING SNOWFALL WILL OVERSPREAD THE AREA EARLY THIS MORNING AND CONTINUE INTO THIS AFTERNOON BEFORE ENDING. TOTAL SNOW ACCUMULATIONS NEAR THE LAKE ARE EXPECTED TO BE FROM 5 TO 10 INCHES BY LATE MONDAY EVENING. ELSEWHERE IN THE ADVISORY AREA GENERALLY 2 TO 5 INCHES ARE EXPECTED.
Today is Jody’s birthday and I was reminded of the picture we have of her at a meeting of The Leaning Cow Lodge.
Her dad, LZP texted me: Ms. Jody a la moo. She was always a hoot.
We have wind chill.
Oodles of it. We are surrounded. The conditions are right for experiments with Peeps with Wind Chill – sounds like a good science project. Peeps with little thermometers sticking out of their whatevers . . . Frozen Peeps cracked right in half.
You could probably do a variation of the frozen turkey in hot oil explosion. Yes, if the Fourth of July were in winter, we would not have to buy firecrackers – just toss frozen Peeps into the pot.
Der Bingle likes “aged” Peeps; he has caches of them around -sort of like little Peep Cellars. Oh, yes, I’ll have a Bunny Peep, 2007, please. Maybe I’ll look around and see if I can find any volunteers for the cyro-Peep program.
Der Bingle has a penchant for ordering things from Amazon.com that he feels will catch my fancy. One time, he sent me a hollow blade rose-colored knife and it has become one of my favorites. So, he ordered another one, but I believe they have changed the color; it is pink.
Does that make it a gay blade?
