It could be worse. But I am counting the days until Spring.
We have a winter storm on the way with the possibility of sleet/ice/snow the next couple of days and bitter cold through the middle of next week. I am not amused. But I *am* prepared. We already had plenty of food in the house but after my piano lesson yesterday I made a quick stop at Braum’s and bought a couple more half gallons of milk, more bread, butter (you can never have too much butter) and smoked sausage which I used in a big pot of gumbo tonight. A case order of toilet paper from Amazon arrived Monday and we are stocked up on wine.
Today I’m seeing lots of people on Facebook talking about what a madhouse they were encountering at Walmart as everyone stripped the shelves of milk, bread, and eggs. Is there some rule that says you have to make French toast during bad weather? I haven’t been in Walmart for close to six years now and can no longer fully imagine the horrors of a pre-storm shopping trip.
There’s a good chance we’ll lose our internet if we get much ice so don’t be surprised if I don’t post for awhile. I just hope we don’t lose electricity. We do have a fireplace but this is a pretty big house to heat that way. We’ve played that game more than once and quite frankly, I’m totally over it. A friend in New Orleans mentioned that it’s going to be 80 degrees there tomorrow. Just one more reminder that I am supposed to live there.
Okay, enough whining (for now). I’m going to finish my hot tea, take a hot shower and then climb into bed with my heating pad and a book, then hopefully dream about Spring. And living in New Orleans.
We got back from our New Orleans trip last night and all I have to say is, what the heck happened to Spring? It was 33 degrees this morning and that is completely unacceptable.
I’ve got much to share about our trip but first I have a dental appointment. I lost part of a filling or a piece of a molar or some such nonsense last night. I have an irrational fear of dentists – well, not dentists, per se, but of having them messing about in my mouth. Um, perhaps that wasn’t the best way to word it but you know what I mean. I have an appointment in just a bit and since I’m planning on asking for “laughing gas” I figure I ought to go ahead and do a quick post before. I’ve no idea how it will affect me. I’m hoping for some serious anxiety relief but nothing YouTube worthy: