Date: 22Dec23

Title: Me and my big mouth.

As I write this missive I can gaze serenely on white snowfields stretching as far as the eye can see. Or, I would be able to, were it not for the freaking SNOW UP ABOVE THE FREAKING WINDOWS.

Sorry about the break in posting. You see, it seems that some of the information carried over the internet from my house to yours goes through normally quite robust things like phone-lines. Alas, the recent blizzard (which actually involved warming things up) managed to down not only power lines but phone lines as well. And every other form of communication. So much for ‘neither rain, nor snow nor gloom of night.’ Didn’t get postal service for four days.

You know, I’ve seen some drifting in my time. But I never thought I’d need to close the snow shutters on the house. And let me tell you something, bucko, the worst possible time to close the snow shutters on a house is after the blizzard has started and it’s still not really warmed up from seventy-five below and it’s nighttime.

I know, prior planning prevents poor performance. Sue me. This is catching everybody by surprise.

Next time there’s a ‘winter storm warning’ I’m closing the shutters right away. Right then. As soon as it beeps on my freaking phone. It’s Pavlovian at this point.

And, yes, I’ve dug out. Having farm equipment is useful many many times. So don’t go asking where I’m at so you can come over and ‘help.’ By the way, I think it’s about time for a FAQ.

I understand from the news reports that they got three inches of snow in Orlando. Heh.

I’m dreaming of a whiiiiite Christmas

Buddadabup

You go, Bing.