Cold Enough Fer Ye?

I don't know about ya'll, but I feel like someone moved the South when I wasn't looking.

I've had on so many clothes, the inside of my arms haven't made contact with my body in days.

Hasn't seemed to help much, I'm still freezing to death.

Late yesterday evening, after five p.m. Daughter and I finished a meal at a local restaurant. And she couldn't find her keys. Well, she actually found them. Inside the car, where they were all locked up and safe.

Now, this restaurant was crowded and people were waiting to be seated, but we drug out sitting there as long as we possibly could. I called Brother of Many  Surgeries and ask that he call someone to HELP us, which he did. He even called back and said they'd be, and I quote, "a few minutes." 

We got up and stood at the door, a mighty cold place to stand. After twenty-five few  minutes, a feller showed up. We went outside, although he was already peering in the window of the car. He commenced to use all sorts of tools, and after standing outside just before six p. m. in waaaaay too cold air for twenty dang minutes, he got the door opened.

Like I said, I had on lots of layers. I managed to get my arms bent enough that I put my hands in my armpits, but I could barely breathe.

I guess you could say I have been froze and squoze. 

And not one flake of snow. 

Let it You Know What, Let it You Know What, Let it You Know What...

The phone rang a little while ago. It was my Bestie (you know who you are). Me: "Hello?"
Bestie: "From your blog to God's Ear?"

Referring to the last couple of blogs where I kinda hinted I'd like to see a couple of inches of snow. Okay, Okay, I begged for it. Pouted when I didn't get it.

So, like, today, we got some snow. Not two inches, maybe an inch. It was beautiful falling after the hard, icy stuff finished. Then we got the fat, fluffy soft stuff that is so beautiful falling, it looks like magic from the sky.

A few more lazy flakes have fallen this afternoon, even as I type.

What I did not ask for was three degree temperature tonight. I cringe to think about it.

I live in the south. I have been in a blizzard. I live in the North Georgia mountains. I have been in a hurricane.

This all goes to show you cannot trust Mother Nature, much less some half cocked ground hog.

I don't even trust the half cocked meteorologists.

Stick your arm, and if necessary, your head out the window.

What you find there is all you need to know.

So, do I still want more snow? Looks around furtively.

Well, maybe just a few more inches.

Who Turned off the Heat?

I reckon if I hadn't put that extry quilt on the the bed last night, we woulda froze to death.

As it was, when I woke up to go to the little girl's room at five a.m., by the looks of everybody smacked together in the bed, you would have assumed we were in a twin bed instead of a queen sized one.

Husband was jammed back to back to me, Frost (fat cat) was to my left, stretched out down my thigh, Eli was on the calf part of my leg and Mimi was propped up on the pillow, sharing the warmth from the horse corn bag heated up for my feet.

Come morning, people were worried about the apple trees. I haven't heard. I hope all is well.

Instead of mid-twenties tonight, it's supposed to be mid-thirties.

I reckon I'll keep that extry quilt on tonight.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

A Three Cat Night

Boy howdy, was it cold last night!

Just for fun, (no, I don't  have a life, why do you ask?) I kept calling the little feller in the box what talks to you and tells you what time it really is and the temperature. Every time I called  him, it was a few degrees lower.

Husband had to take Dog out at 10:45 p.m. and was surprised that it was snowing, and the ground already white.

Husband said Dog seemed scared of the falling snow and wanted back in quickly. That's a guard dog for you.

As I read in bed, my favorite pass time at night, cats began to join me. At first it was all four of them, but Eli disappeared at some point, and Daughter reported he slept with her.

That's a good thing, because I was having a hard time turning over as it was.

At eight a.m. it was a bracing twelve degrees on our back porch, there was a light dusting of snow in the woods and yard, and the wind was brisk.

I think the highest it got today was thirty-one degrees.

And snow on Sunday? Really.

Man, I love living in the South during global warming, don't you?