By: Jana Greene
Just a little hardy-har-har to thaw my sense of humor out. I’m trying to blog more often, so you get to read more pieces (oh boy!) I’m also trying to cut down on the length of some of the lighter items. And I’d like to punctuate the more serious pieces with things that might actually be fun to read, if not edifying.
It’s COLD here, ya’ll. Ok, maybe not to some of you Nanooks of the North. But here in NC, we’re not equipped to deal with such tundra-like conditions. I think our town has one snowplow, total. We are supposed to get snow, and we live at the beach, so for each snowflake that hits the ground (whether or not it sticks to the ground) is an hour they call off school / government buildings / bridges / and just about everything else. Stay warm ya’ll!
Diary entry: Decembruary 2, in the year of our Lord (Jack Frost) 2018.
We can hear the hail hit all around the house and on the roof. At least I hope it’s hail, and not brimstone. That would suck.
When I look out the windows, every walking surface is covered in a thick layer of ice. No thanks. I have trouble walking on the regular ground.
We are down to 1 1/2 loaves of bread. I suppose we’ll die.
The storm has the cats super freaked out; so much so that they are all napping right through it. Brave souls.
Hoping for actual snow, but because I live at the actual beach, I would have to make snow angels in my super unflattering, middle-aged woman skorted, bathing suit.
I am currently laying under 7 blankets. One is a Steelers stadium blanket, so it counts as 3 additional.
We have no Cheeze-its.
We have Nacho Doritos.
I guess this is how the Donner Party must have felt.