LOL ROTFLMAO thi sis not winter. Nor snow. Folks, if this was a cookie and snow was icing, I'd demand a new cookie with more icing. Yet... Panic! Mayhem! Everyone bought milk and bread.
Please tell me why Southerners buy milk in face of bad weather. It goes bad. Duh. No power = no fridge = no milk. And, down here, rarely cold enough to use the back porch for a fridge. Hello? *sigh* 20 years down here and I am still an Alien Freak.
For one thing, I don't think today's "snowstorm" qualifies as enough for me to bother wearing *socks*. Then again, in the 20 years I've lived in the South, I've only seen four occasions when *I* thought winter boots were needed. Common sense? Oh, they got none. Seriously, can't they just confab by Skype for ten minutes with, say, Detroit or something? B/c the whole "wait till it melts and refreezes and melts and refreezes" thing is silly. Cheap, but silly. And only works if the weather warms back up over freezing.
Anyway... People woke me at 630 on a Saturday to ask if they could borrow my snow shovel. No, you may not. 1. it's a feed shovel, which is the BEST ever snow shovel and 2. go buy a $5 plastic crap job, b/c I know you won't return mine unless I show up at your door with my ice-chopper.
Then again, this is broom snow. *yawn* Not even barn broom, but kitchen broom. *double yawn* Wake me when there's actual *winter* to worry about... Of course, nobody around here copes well with Tropical Storms/Hurricanes, either, so I guess I'm the weirdo!
I know each of us is facing so much mountainous crapola... I wish Icould address each and every one, but then a lurker or not-everyday-poster might be upset --- just know my heart is holding you in prayer and hope, okay?
So, yesterday, I temporarily acquired a cat. Shadow is over 10, and was very cold, even on the warming beds I made on the porch. His eartips and half his tail were like *ice*. Aging kitty, poor circulation, cold weather ---- and his goddang huamns were nowhere to be seen! He was even banging on his front door and the Man Next Door, AKA Pothead (he who ate leaves from my flower gardent o see if it was pot, back a few months ago)? Just yelled at him to shut up and kept him outside!
Well, I had an hour of happy cat on my lap after *that*. I didn't let him out till he was warm, happy, thawed, and Woman Next Door (Pothead's wife, and avid cat lover) came home, b/c I knew she'd do a head count and get Shadow inside. *tail lash*
I wish Pothead would treat the cats that way where she could see. He pplays it off. "Oh they love being outside, blah blah blah." No. they don't. I know. They're IN MY HOUSE! Jesus Mary and blessed Joseph... I don't know English cusses for this. And I won't translate the ones I do know. Y'all are nice people.
I am rambling b/c I am panicky about Hubby's healt. I am barely hanging on to sanity by my teeth with the prolonged Mom situation, and my own stuff, and now this?
I was so tired that when someone asked what was on my feet this morning (my bee slippers, pic on Friday's check-in)... I said, "Pollinating insects. No, you can't borrow our shovel."
Seriously. Not even two inches of snow. Pfft. I'm not even breaking out socks. I'm from Up North. You want me to worry? Measure the feet in *meters*/yards. Then I'll worry. Till then? I have fuel, a working fireplace, and nonfat dry milk. I'm good.
Warm safe ginger-molasses cookie day to everyone!
And I"m going back to bed. Hubby is up now, He can answer the door. Sweet Lord help us, they're asking for a freakng WINDSHIELD SCRAPER. *headdesk headesk headdesk*....
Coffee?Tea?Hot Chocolate?Cider?Warm Broth/Soup?
Good morning, from the land of "I slept 5 hours, but God forbid Hubby not wake me to ask me if we should check the cats, then he goes back to sleep and I am awake to deal with cats...." BTW, no neighborhood cats out in this lovely 10*F (-4*C) with nasty wind child weather. He was worried about ours. Who sleep on a sleeping bag and are probably sleeping more than I get to, an din more comfort....