Monday, March 31, 2014. Here is The Shiver Hill Blast that I promised to send.
"According to latest discussions and circumstances, the editors of the Shiver Hill Blast have decided to publish this paper as time allows. We plan to send you a copy each time we publish this effort, provided, and we beg you to comply with this one request, that you send your news to the editors, after
you receive this paper. Your news will not be published, unless you request it. Your news will be for the family of Shiver Hill. ~~~ May you all enjoy good health and enjoy one another.
" GERMAN MEASLES STRIKES SHIVER HILL - September, first week of school Annemarie developed a rash, after having a fever and stomach pains, and has been kept home from school. The rash hasn't disappeared after two weeks, so she made a trip to the doctor. Dr. Brooks said yes, it is German Measles, and sometimes the rash stays on for a long time. The rest of the family is awaiting further outbreaks of the G.M.
" FALL RAINS INUNDATE SHIVER HILL - September 10,11,12. Rain fell for most of 38 hours, Shiver Hill residents thought another ark was needed. We have been following the adventures of Bathless Groggins in the Sunday paper, and thought perhaps it was coming true! The rain stopped this day about 7 am and it looks very sharp and clear, like a fall day. The temperature has stayed at 49˚ for some time now. It is hoped that it will not get cold too soon. While we are on the subject of the weather, last year the first frost struck on Aug. 31. This year so far, frost hasn't formed. We all hope that the first frost will not be in September, as our garden vegetables have some growing to do. The growing season is short because of a late frost in the early spring and an early frost in the fall. Our tomatoes need warmer weather.
" PRUNING AND SPRAYING PAY OFF - The apple tree in the yard is loaded with many large apples, due to pruning and spraying. Last spring the tree branches were cut back, quite a bit, and then the tree was sprayed at 10- to 14-day intervals till the fruit was quite large. It paid off. Of course there are some small apples, and some with blemishes but there is a goodly amount of large perfect apples.
" SEVEN THREE-YEAR-OLD HENS ARE STILL GOING STRONG - These chickens are remarkable, in this person's estimation. The amount of eggs daily varies, from 3 to 6, usually 4 and 5.
" YOUNGEST CHILD ATTENDS KINDERGARTEN AFTERNOONS - Jerry, age 4 1/2, goes to kindergarten, loves it, finds the mornings unbearably long. Mommy didn't have any trouble leaving him at school the first day. Mom has waited all these years to have the children gone so she could get some closet cleaning and other things done, but finds it is so lonesome with all the children gone. The fact that Jerry is gone only half a day softens the blow.
" COLLEGE STUDENT FINISHES COURSES - Joe, the head of the house, went to St. Lawrence U. during the summer, taking bio-chemistry and microbiology. He was apparently good at it, receiving A's. Also got an A in Seminar. (He'll probably scratch this out, modest as he is.)
" BIG SCOOP! JOE AND ANNA GO ON SECOND HONEYMOON - Their wedding date was almost fifteen years ago. Last month they went for a short trip through the Adirondacks and Catskills, enjoying every minute. The paternal grandparents took the six children to Pennsylvania, where grandpa took care of them while grandma daily went to her job. Many thanks to the grandparents for putting up with their grandchildren so this could happen. It means a great deal to go off by ourselves on a trip.
" WHAT GOES UP MUST COME DOWN - Children go up to bed, but must come down ~ for a drink, to go to the bathroom, 'my toe nail bothers me, Mommy,' 'my knee is itchy,' and so on. "
(If I could have figured out how to do it, I would have had the original sheet of mimeographed Newsletter so you could see my two little sketches of clouds letting loose their rain and the ark floating on the waves, plus seeing all the typographical mistakes one makes with mimeographs.)
I'll see you at the Corner Post ...
Monday, March 31, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
When We Lived in Northern New York State.
Sunday, March 30, 2014.
Forty-six years ago, when we were living in northern New York State, we moved from a rented rural home to our own piece of land. It was a small plot in a very rural area. It was a little over two acres, and we were quite proud of it, even if it was rocky. These acres were on a small rise in the land, and we discovered that in the late summer, when we moved there, it was quite breezy. Autumn came, and the wind was usually there, giving us breezes, even in the coolness of fall. When winter came, it wasn't just breezy, the gusts of wind were quite strong.
When snow fell, it sometimes came in a horizontal manner. Cold? You can bet it was cold! One evening when I came home from adult painting class at our local school, the temperature was an honest-to-goodness forty-three degrees below zero! I lifted the hood of the car, put the lightbulb in the engine of the vehicle to keep it warm enough to start in the morning, and hurried inside the house.
Spring came, flowers began to bloom, especially those lovely yellow daffodils! There were many trees on this old farm, and it was absolutely heaven. Then, we found out that even in the summer, there was a constant breeze! We knew that this place deserved a name, so we named it "Shiver Hill". I still think of that wonderful piece of land, with our big gardens of vegetables, the beautiful lilac bush, the old weather-beaten barn, the awful drifts of snow in the long-lasting winter, the huge, very large, enormous, humongous ROCK in the field across the dirt road, that we loved to climb! We would be up on top of that rock surveying the small mountains in the distance, and looking at the whole area of our Shiver Hill. That was one of our happy pastimes.
Both sets of our parents lived in northeastern Pennsylvania, quite a distance in those days. I wrote letters on carbon paper, to send to each set of parents, my sister and brother, and a few relatives, to keep them informed about our lives and those of our six children. They enjoyed hearing the news, and I really liked writing those letters.
After a time, I typed the letters on an old typewriter, using carbon paper, also. It was a blessing that I enjoyed writing and sending letters ~ it made the grandparents so happy.
After that, I had an idea that a Newsletter might be an interesting project. The teachers at school would be using the mimeograph to make tests for their students. Why couldn't I do the same sort of thing?
I kept writing the letters to our parents, and also began to produce the Newsletter. I shall send the first copy of it in my next blog. Have patience...
I'll see you at the Corner Post ...
Forty-six years ago, when we were living in northern New York State, we moved from a rented rural home to our own piece of land. It was a small plot in a very rural area. It was a little over two acres, and we were quite proud of it, even if it was rocky. These acres were on a small rise in the land, and we discovered that in the late summer, when we moved there, it was quite breezy. Autumn came, and the wind was usually there, giving us breezes, even in the coolness of fall. When winter came, it wasn't just breezy, the gusts of wind were quite strong.
When snow fell, it sometimes came in a horizontal manner. Cold? You can bet it was cold! One evening when I came home from adult painting class at our local school, the temperature was an honest-to-goodness forty-three degrees below zero! I lifted the hood of the car, put the lightbulb in the engine of the vehicle to keep it warm enough to start in the morning, and hurried inside the house.
Spring came, flowers began to bloom, especially those lovely yellow daffodils! There were many trees on this old farm, and it was absolutely heaven. Then, we found out that even in the summer, there was a constant breeze! We knew that this place deserved a name, so we named it "Shiver Hill". I still think of that wonderful piece of land, with our big gardens of vegetables, the beautiful lilac bush, the old weather-beaten barn, the awful drifts of snow in the long-lasting winter, the huge, very large, enormous, humongous ROCK in the field across the dirt road, that we loved to climb! We would be up on top of that rock surveying the small mountains in the distance, and looking at the whole area of our Shiver Hill. That was one of our happy pastimes.
Both sets of our parents lived in northeastern Pennsylvania, quite a distance in those days. I wrote letters on carbon paper, to send to each set of parents, my sister and brother, and a few relatives, to keep them informed about our lives and those of our six children. They enjoyed hearing the news, and I really liked writing those letters.
After a time, I typed the letters on an old typewriter, using carbon paper, also. It was a blessing that I enjoyed writing and sending letters ~ it made the grandparents so happy.
After that, I had an idea that a Newsletter might be an interesting project. The teachers at school would be using the mimeograph to make tests for their students. Why couldn't I do the same sort of thing?
I kept writing the letters to our parents, and also began to produce the Newsletter. I shall send the first copy of it in my next blog. Have patience...
I'll see you at the Corner Post ...
Friday, March 28, 2014
Thunderclaps; Grocery Shopping; I Don't Like the Storms.
Thursday, March 27, 2014. Thunderclaps; Grocery Shopping; I Don't Like the Storms.
Did you know that I really don't care for thunderstorms? It is an honest statement, 't is. The rumbling far away is all right, but when those bingety-bangety noises begin to come closer, I don't like it. I cannot hide under the bed, because there are too many things hiding already under the bed. My storage place, partly.
About 3:30 p.m., I looked outdoors, it wasn't too bad, a little stormy-looking, but that's all right. about 30 or 40 minutes later, there were those quite loud thunderclaps. Not really directly over this roof, but close enough to tell me that it was coming closer. The outdoors looked rather ominous, dark, scary, but I just took a deep breath and I was all right.
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When I was almost finished shopping at the grocery today, I thought of a nice aromatic roasted chicken, so I went to the stand in the store that has rotisserie chicken. This particular one was rather small, so I bought it. I was so eager to get it home and open the package! It was quite warm, and I opened it up when I came into the kitchen. I like to have a couple of bites immediately when I see a food like this.
Then I thought it might be a good idea to take all the meat off, so I could simmer the complete carcass to make some wonderful chicken broth. I did that; it took about a half hour. The broth is all done, and cooling off so I can put it in the fridge. I am going to simmer the carcass again to see if a good broth will come out of the second simmering.
Now, as I am writing this, I see a couple of lightning flashes! THAT I do not like. I do have my little flashlight in my pocket. Uh-oh! a very loud roll of very close thunder just gathered over my roof. I ... DON'T ... LIKE ... THISSSSSSS!
I can now hear the pounding on the roof of rain, like a downpour! I just looked out at the front door, and it is a hard rain. Am I ever glad that I could get the grocery shopping done before this happened! I am inside my little adobe, and some of the groceries are put away. I am a bit tired, so the rest of the groceries don't mind if I put it off for a while. I made some popcorn a little while ago, and I ate some. I shall eat some more later. It helps my morale.
The nearby rumbles of thunder come and go up and down the street ...no, not ON the street, but up above, OVER the street. They even go over to the next neighborhood on the street beyond this one.
I just happened to think of our family doggies, they must be rather scared to hear thunder. They do react to the thunderclaps and rumbling, trying to hide somewhere to avoid hearing them. My sister's dog goes into their inner bathroom, to hide from the thunderstorm. Some doggies like to huddle near their owners. Poor little things. If they could only talk and ask us to hold hands with them.
The forecast says that we may get two more days/nights of thunderstorms.
I'll stop here and find a hiding place for me.
Did you know that I really don't care for thunderstorms? It is an honest statement, 't is. The rumbling far away is all right, but when those bingety-bangety noises begin to come closer, I don't like it. I cannot hide under the bed, because there are too many things hiding already under the bed. My storage place, partly.
About 3:30 p.m., I looked outdoors, it wasn't too bad, a little stormy-looking, but that's all right. about 30 or 40 minutes later, there were those quite loud thunderclaps. Not really directly over this roof, but close enough to tell me that it was coming closer. The outdoors looked rather ominous, dark, scary, but I just took a deep breath and I was all right.
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When I was almost finished shopping at the grocery today, I thought of a nice aromatic roasted chicken, so I went to the stand in the store that has rotisserie chicken. This particular one was rather small, so I bought it. I was so eager to get it home and open the package! It was quite warm, and I opened it up when I came into the kitchen. I like to have a couple of bites immediately when I see a food like this.
Then I thought it might be a good idea to take all the meat off, so I could simmer the complete carcass to make some wonderful chicken broth. I did that; it took about a half hour. The broth is all done, and cooling off so I can put it in the fridge. I am going to simmer the carcass again to see if a good broth will come out of the second simmering.
Now, as I am writing this, I see a couple of lightning flashes! THAT I do not like. I do have my little flashlight in my pocket. Uh-oh! a very loud roll of very close thunder just gathered over my roof. I ... DON'T ... LIKE ... THISSSSSSS!
I can now hear the pounding on the roof of rain, like a downpour! I just looked out at the front door, and it is a hard rain. Am I ever glad that I could get the grocery shopping done before this happened! I am inside my little adobe, and some of the groceries are put away. I am a bit tired, so the rest of the groceries don't mind if I put it off for a while. I made some popcorn a little while ago, and I ate some. I shall eat some more later. It helps my morale.
The nearby rumbles of thunder come and go up and down the street ...no, not ON the street, but up above, OVER the street. They even go over to the next neighborhood on the street beyond this one.
I just happened to think of our family doggies, they must be rather scared to hear thunder. They do react to the thunderclaps and rumbling, trying to hide somewhere to avoid hearing them. My sister's dog goes into their inner bathroom, to hide from the thunderstorm. Some doggies like to huddle near their owners. Poor little things. If they could only talk and ask us to hold hands with them.
The forecast says that we may get two more days/nights of thunderstorms.
I'll stop here and find a hiding place for me.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
March Is Coming to An End; 'Our' Baby Is Two Months Old.
Thursday, March 27, 2014.
Cold winter's March is almost coming to an end. Everyone was enjoying spring after the equinox on March 20. Now they are going to be disappointed, because ol' winter is marching back for a stay; how long he will sit here is anyone's guess.
Soon it will be April First /April Fool's Day, and perhaps another visit from Ol' Winter will take place.
The Bradford pear trees are so beautiful with their white blossoms, here in the Memphis area. There are fields of Bradford pears that grow automatically, here and there. Mother Nature plants them, and looks after them, I guess. It is such a lovely sight to see all of them them blooming. There is one of those trees across the street from where I live. This kind of tree puts forth its blossoms before there are any bits of leaves on the tree.
The blossoms come out almost overnight, and it's amazing to see the 'white-leaved' tree. After a short time, perhaps a week or so, the tree begins to lose the white petals of those blossoms, and immature green leaves take their place. Yesterday I went out to the mailbox to see if the postman left anything for me, and I glanced at the ground around the post. There were white pieces of something all over, and I realized that those white pieces were petals from the Bradford pear tree across the street! The wind was coming in such high gusts, bringing the white petals to me. I was quite delighted to see those white petals sitting on my lawn.
Yesterday was March 26, and 'our' baby was two months old! Sometimes the computer Facebook is annoying and demanding our attention, but recently, I have been enjoying the photos that come up now and then. The new baby is our first great-grandchild! He lives out west and his parents send out a picture quite frequently. He was visiting his grandparents for the day, and was trying so hard to have a conversation with them. In his excitement, his arms and legs were so active! I can imagine how he will run to them when he is brought to visit in another year or so.
I must not forget the birds in the neighborhood. Could the mockingbirds and robins be fighting for territory on my street? Both kinds of birds seem to peck in the lawns for food to eat, and yesterday I saw the mockingbirds a couple of houses from here, chasing the robins away. I think that the robins held sway around here, until these mockingbirds seemed to increase in number.
Once in a while, I have 'two sleeps' of a night. I got out of bed in the wee hours this morning, because I couldn't fall back to sleep after I visited That Room for a short time. When this happens, I begin to think of so many things, and then I get up and do something. One night a couple of years ago, I made a batch of cookies between my 'sleeps'. Another time, I made some chicken soup from scratch (pardon the pun). I also do the dishes sometimes in the wee hours if I am too tired to do them in the early evening.
So there you have it, something you can do when you can't sleep. Good night, again.
I'll see you at the Corner Post ...
Cold winter's March is almost coming to an end. Everyone was enjoying spring after the equinox on March 20. Now they are going to be disappointed, because ol' winter is marching back for a stay; how long he will sit here is anyone's guess.
Soon it will be April First /April Fool's Day, and perhaps another visit from Ol' Winter will take place.
The Bradford pear trees are so beautiful with their white blossoms, here in the Memphis area. There are fields of Bradford pears that grow automatically, here and there. Mother Nature plants them, and looks after them, I guess. It is such a lovely sight to see all of them them blooming. There is one of those trees across the street from where I live. This kind of tree puts forth its blossoms before there are any bits of leaves on the tree.
The blossoms come out almost overnight, and it's amazing to see the 'white-leaved' tree. After a short time, perhaps a week or so, the tree begins to lose the white petals of those blossoms, and immature green leaves take their place. Yesterday I went out to the mailbox to see if the postman left anything for me, and I glanced at the ground around the post. There were white pieces of something all over, and I realized that those white pieces were petals from the Bradford pear tree across the street! The wind was coming in such high gusts, bringing the white petals to me. I was quite delighted to see those white petals sitting on my lawn.
Yesterday was March 26, and 'our' baby was two months old! Sometimes the computer Facebook is annoying and demanding our attention, but recently, I have been enjoying the photos that come up now and then. The new baby is our first great-grandchild! He lives out west and his parents send out a picture quite frequently. He was visiting his grandparents for the day, and was trying so hard to have a conversation with them. In his excitement, his arms and legs were so active! I can imagine how he will run to them when he is brought to visit in another year or so.
I must not forget the birds in the neighborhood. Could the mockingbirds and robins be fighting for territory on my street? Both kinds of birds seem to peck in the lawns for food to eat, and yesterday I saw the mockingbirds a couple of houses from here, chasing the robins away. I think that the robins held sway around here, until these mockingbirds seemed to increase in number.
Once in a while, I have 'two sleeps' of a night. I got out of bed in the wee hours this morning, because I couldn't fall back to sleep after I visited That Room for a short time. When this happens, I begin to think of so many things, and then I get up and do something. One night a couple of years ago, I made a batch of cookies between my 'sleeps'. Another time, I made some chicken soup from scratch (pardon the pun). I also do the dishes sometimes in the wee hours if I am too tired to do them in the early evening.
So there you have it, something you can do when you can't sleep. Good night, again.
I'll see you at the Corner Post ...
Monday, March 10, 2014
Now and Then There Are Bits and Pieces.
Monday, March 10, 2014.
Good Afternoon, my darlings,
Good Afternoon, my darlings,
I found a note from long ago on which I had written, "Annemarie says that a baby raccoon is a 'racquette'."
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It was in the mid-50s this afternoon. It feels cold in the house, so I wear my sweater. I have the same question that Aunt Regina says so often: "Where is Spring?" I think almost everyone is wondering the same thing.
Tuesday night might be rainy. Wednesday, possibly, rainy also, and a little cooler during those nights.
Do you want any more silly news??? What if I don't think it's silly?
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Somehow, something grabbed me from the garage where I was working, and pushed me into my closet! I think it was a big impulse! In one place in there, it was getting a bit crowded, so I took a few things out. I sat on the bed and looked at some thin nightgowns. Not for winter, those.
I spied a white plastic bag, with something soft inside. It is a fuzzy-yarned crocheted afghan of mauve color. A different kind of stitch that I really enjoyed making. It looks so pretty. I took it out to the front porch to shake out any dust that might be on/in it. I shook it out and there WAS some dustiness and fibers, from the yarn. In the daylight, the color is really beautiful.
" mauve |mōv; môv|
adjectiveof a pale purple color.noun1 a pale purple color : a few pale streaks of mauve were all that remained of the sunset | glowing with soft pastel mauves and pinks.2 historical: a bright but delicate pale purple aniline dye prepared by William H. Perkin (1838–1907) in 1856. It was the first synthetic dyestuff. "
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You probably know all about those plastic drawers that you get at Walmart, Kmart, Target. Well, I've had them for quite a few years already. There are two medium-sized stands of them in my closet. I opened one drawer, and there were some small boxes. One had some of my 'long-lost' earrings! How exciting to see them again!
Another drawer has art supplies like watercolors, oil pastels, crayon pastels, colored pencils, magic markers (three little boxes of them), and Crayola crayons! Not too long ago The Grapevine told me that Esther doesn't let anyone use her Crayola crayons. [ I understand you so very well, Esther! ] If any kids want to come and color in the coloring books with me, they must bring THEIR OWN Crayola crayons! ~~~~~ JUST KIDDING, FOLKS! I would definitely let them use my Crayola crayons, ~ the ones that have already been used! ~ I have two little metal bandaid boxes of them, and one regular box with definitely-used Crayola crayons! So come one, come all, and I will even let you color in one of my coloring books! ;-)
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I almost went outdoors in the backyard to trim the rosemary bush, which has suffered quite a bit during this very hard winter. It isn't used to such frigid temperatures. The wind was so strong in its gusts (almost strong in its guts, too), that I changed my mind for today. As Scarlett says, " Tomorrow IS anutha day! "
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Here is your Chuckle For Today: "Apple has announced that it is developing a computer small enough to be carried in a fanny pack. It will be called the Macintush."
I will see you at the Corner Post ...
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
I Woke Up to Scraping, ...;
Wednesday, March 5, 2014.
Good morning, dears.
Good morning, dears.
I woke up to scraping, banging, sliding noise, and wondered what it was. Then I remembered that the man next door on the north side, said about ten days ago when I happened to go outside to discard trash and he was washing his vehicle, that a crew of roofers would be coming to put a new roof on his house in the near future.
The scraping is caused by a shovel-kind of tool that scrapes all of the shingles off the roof. Plain sheets of wood which is the under-roof are a very light-colored tan. The crew of four Hispanic men have uncovered the whole roof in about 90 minutes. One is on the ground picking up the torn shingles and filling wheelbarrows of the now-trash, and wheeling it up onto their open trash-carrier. I can hardly wait to hear the hammering of attaching the new shingles to the roof for a few hours... NOT!
I went out to bring my recycle bin off the street back to its place by the garage, and had my camera hung around my neck. I took quite a few shots of the action, after I asked them permission, of course. A little later, while I was shooting, they were talking in their language, and my mind smiled at what they could have been talking about. I'm glad they are wearing warm jackets and head covers because it is so cold from the freezing storms we had a day or two ago.
I was getting cold; I didn't intend to stay outdoors very long. So then I went back into the house to make a new little addition to the cabbage soup I pulled out of the freezer. I like the original soup, but it's sort of lacking something like browned onion slices.
A little later I shall go to see how the roof is coming along. I've seen a couple of roofing activities a few houses away, and now I can see one up close!
I'll see you at the Corner Post ...
Monday, March 3, 2014
At Last A Decent Snow; Horizontal Snowfall !!!!
Monday, March 3, 2014.
I woke up to snow this morning, that was covering the lawns and most of the sidewalks. What an amazing sight! It felt as if I was back up in the 'North Country'! It was so cold this morning, I stuck my camera out the back door to take a couple of shots there, and then the front lawn through the glass outside door. The front porch/patio has a welcome mat to wipe your feet on, and that was covered with snow! Yippee ay yay! And across it, near the door was a lovely track of bird feet! I was quite thrilled, and shot a picture of that.
A couple of minutes ago, at 11:35 a.m., I opened the front door to see if the weather was changing, and in this view, you can see the house sidewalk, the public sidewalk, and the street going north and south. I was rather shocked to see snow coming furiously from north to south, horizontally right down the street, about the height of a car and lower. It was absolutely horizontal! The wind is fierce, the cold is very biting; the sidewalks and street are rather dry. The snow was crazily racing just like the race cars in Pocono races in Pennsylvania.
I woke up to snow this morning, that was covering the lawns and most of the sidewalks. What an amazing sight! It felt as if I was back up in the 'North Country'! It was so cold this morning, I stuck my camera out the back door to take a couple of shots there, and then the front lawn through the glass outside door. The front porch/patio has a welcome mat to wipe your feet on, and that was covered with snow! Yippee ay yay! And across it, near the door was a lovely track of bird feet! I was quite thrilled, and shot a picture of that.
A couple of minutes ago, at 11:35 a.m., I opened the front door to see if the weather was changing, and in this view, you can see the house sidewalk, the public sidewalk, and the street going north and south. I was rather shocked to see snow coming furiously from north to south, horizontally right down the street, about the height of a car and lower. It was absolutely horizontal! The wind is fierce, the cold is very biting; the sidewalks and street are rather dry. The snow was crazily racing just like the race cars in Pocono races in Pennsylvania.
Now at almost noon, the welcome mat is completely covered again from another snowfall.
The tracks of the bird feet are covered up, gone.
The wind certainly blows the snow pell-mell, in its desire to act like a racing car. On TV a few of the reporters covering this awful storm look so cold and shivery while they're talking into the microphone. One girl had no hat on late last night, holding her umbrella up with her hand just under the wires in it, looking so cold. About an hour ago I turned on the TV to catch the weather condition, and there she was, out in a very snowy place by a road, IN A WARM HAT! She didn't look as if she was freezing, this time. The reporters do cover bad weather reports quite well, in all kinds of weather, just like the Pony Express.
I keep wondering how much longer this awful winter will be hanging around. Poor, poor robins! Just yesterday I saw them gaily hopping around on the lawns up and down the street, looking for worms. And now, I am wondering where in the world they are hiding to keep warm?
One of my daughters lives up in the 'North Country' (N. Syracuse), emailed saying that the windchill was minus 15 this morning and will be even colder tomorrow. Brrrrrrrr.
It is very hard to believe that northern Mississippi is so very cold this year.
I'll see you at the Corner Post ...
The wind certainly blows the snow pell-mell, in its desire to act like a racing car. On TV a few of the reporters covering this awful storm look so cold and shivery while they're talking into the microphone. One girl had no hat on late last night, holding her umbrella up with her hand just under the wires in it, looking so cold. About an hour ago I turned on the TV to catch the weather condition, and there she was, out in a very snowy place by a road, IN A WARM HAT! She didn't look as if she was freezing, this time. The reporters do cover bad weather reports quite well, in all kinds of weather, just like the Pony Express.
I keep wondering how much longer this awful winter will be hanging around. Poor, poor robins! Just yesterday I saw them gaily hopping around on the lawns up and down the street, looking for worms. And now, I am wondering where in the world they are hiding to keep warm?
One of my daughters lives up in the 'North Country' (N. Syracuse), emailed saying that the windchill was minus 15 this morning and will be even colder tomorrow. Brrrrrrrr.
It is very hard to believe that northern Mississippi is so very cold this year.
I'll see you at the Corner Post ...
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