Hey Y’All, anyone feeling the presence of Winter Storm Nemo? We have snow and school has been cancelled, but that doesn’t affect me anymore. Honey is home from work and Mousey left for work at 5:30 and the roads were not hellacious. Hmmmm, I am surprised that is a word. I always thought my good friend Laurie Staples made that one up!
Honey has already plowed once, but it looks like round 2 is gearing up. They are not predicting the snowpocolypse here that they are anticipating out east.
When I heard the news of the storm yesterday, I did a mental check of our important supplies. Cream; check. Butter: check. Toilet paper; check. Ok, bring it on.
Ready for a random list?
The Ab-Cat and I have been discussing cat names. We are not getting a cat, yet we still discuss. Who ever decided that discuss was a word? Cuss is a bad word, so what is discuss supposed to mean exactly? Discuss.
Back to the cat names. We have decided that we like old names for cats. Like Henry, Prudence, Penelope (or as Abby used to say, Penny-lope), Phillip, Jocelyn and my favorite at the moment, Gwendolyn. It would also appear that we favor girl cats, evidenced by the lack of boy cat names. Any suggestions for our list of old cat names for the cat we are not getting?
Mousey said she is going to name her cat Gravy Boat. A moment of silent prayer for the self esteem of her cat.
Even though I am a creature of comfort, and not in any way looking to lose our electricity, I have always wanted to, sort of, experience a blizzard. As you know, I am a devotee of the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder, and The Long Winter in particular. I am POSITIVE I would not have enjoyed the many months of deprivation, boredom, fear of starvation and freezing to death, but I would like to tough it out for a day or so. I think I could do that. Comfortably, of course.
Speaking of the Ingalls, don’t you find it odd that Pa and Ma had four daughters, only one of those daughters had a child and that child had NO child, and their family line ended there? I find that so odd. All of that hard work and resourcefulness died out.
These are the things I ponder.
I also wonder if my big toenails will ever be normal, and how can I have tennis elbow, despite never having played a game of tennis in my adult life.
Since I am sharing what is on my mind, here is something I think about on occasion.
Smells I hate (not in any kind of order or degree)
The tire department at Sam’s Club
The supply room at the church where we have BSF. I don’t even know what the smell is, but I hate it.
Refrigerated, cooked, chicken. It smells so good warm.
Old, cut, onions.
We are going to watch the season premiere of Touch tonight. Have you seen that? It’s the new Jack Bauer show. We do like it a lot. If you watch, won’t you join us in counting how many times Kiefer Sutherland growls the name Jake and says I promise? Please do!
Ok, that’s probably way more random than you ever needed or wanted, but I have given you multiple opportunities to weigh in on a diverse range of topics. Cat names, willingness to experience a blizzard, smells you hate, tv. Spill it.