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Saturday, December 7, 2013
The weatherman got it right this time. The freezing rain started Thursday night and by Friday the streets were sheets of ice. Schools and a lot of businesses were closed and we snuggled in to watch it on tv. And we were not disappointed. Semi trucks got stuck on overpasses, cars spun out of control on freeways, and the gloved and bundled weathermen were outside to show us how cold it is and to warn us not to go outside if we didn't have to. They didn't have to be outside showing us the inch or so of ice on the roads, but their advice was only for us anyway. One guy picked up a huge sheet of ice, shook it skyward, and proclaimed that "this fell from the sky". That's when you know the weathermen have been outside too long.
Hubby spent most of Friday in his office, and he's been watching football today, but I think he's getting cabin fever. He's been pacing a little and talking about going out for pizza. I'd rather not have a wreck today, thank you very much. One of our neighbors was in a wreck yesterday about a half mile down the road. Since we are on a dead end road, the wreck prevented anyone from coming and going either way. My next door neighbor waited for it to clear for over an hour before she got to come home.
The cat had cabin fever yesterday too. He went to the door as usual and was half way out before he realized it was freezing outside. He stopped but then decided to go on out, went two or three steps, and then turned around to come back in. He paced, played with sawdust bunnies (the garage equivalent of dust bunnies), and attacked throw rugs before finally jumping into the chair for a nap.
I paid bills, sent out invoices, balanced checkbooks, and drank hot chocolate. Today I painted the foyer, which probably wasn't the best idea I've ever had, because I am NOT going outside to clean the roller. I'll wrap it in plastic and put it in nature's freezer until the temperature is warm again.
It will be dusk soon, and I should go find something to cook for dinner before Hubby decides to go for pizza. He's been outside scraping his car windows, and came around to the window beside my computer with a big hunk of ice which he held over his shoulder with one hand while miming to me that it came from the sky. Gotta love him.
So goodnight from frozen Texas, and watch out for falling sheets of ice.