Thursday, January 27, 2022

Nick of Time


          Sorry about the cliffhanger. We’re fine. I realize that when I last wrote – too long ago – we were on the road from the northeast to the far south with an ice storm in between and tornadoes waiting for us in Florida. Through strategic timing, and a heavy foot (mine) that got us out of Virginia lickety split, we managed to dodge most of it, and entered the Sunshine State only after the winds had passed.

          It seems timing is still to our advantage. Every weekend brings dire forecasts of snow and ice to the states above us, with talk of a Saturday blizzard in our home territory.

         Still, I must be paying for my better climate here (not fabulous, but 55 degrees is practically tropical this time of year in Massachusetts) by entering an intense ecosystem of spam. This morning alone I’ve received calls from Grove OH, Laramie, WY, Hinsdale, MA and Quakertown, PA., followed by a fake call claiming my Amazon account had been compromised (no, it hadn’t). I have to admire their persistence – our place here is built with cinderblocks, forcing us to run to the porch or open a window if we want the person on the other line to hear us.

 

Friday, January 14, 2022

Change of Plans

                                                                       Uh Oh. 

Storm Izzy

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Monday, January 10, 2022

Seat of inspiration

 

          I’ve received more proof lately of the depth of my shallowness.

Saturday, January 8, 2022

Snow and Flip Flops

 

          When I woke up this morning it was 11 degrees outside, reminding me why we usually depart for Florida on the 1st. Since that wouldn’t be happening for a few more days, I soldiered on.

Friday, January 7, 2022

Sunday, January 2, 2022

Last Rites

Yesterday my first glance out of the window showed me a squirrel napping on its side in the backyard.