Sea Stories

Storms don’t last forever, do they baby?

Nothing does.

However, it appears that the residual flakes are here to stay for awhile.

There are 3 kinds of people: those who like winter, those who don’t and those who love the first snowfall, if it is gone the next day.

If you are dreaming about a white Christmas, your dreams have come true.

I would like to suggest that whoever you are, could you please stop the dreaming.

We now have more snow that we had all of last year.

Even dogs have mixed feelings today: some like it and others? Well, they won’t go out.

Reminds me of myself.

What happened to that kid that grew up in the snowland, ice skating every night?

Every kid on the block was outside, sledding and building snowmen.

When there was a blizzard, driving was no big deal.

Put the chains on the tires and plug in the block heater.

Snow was a way of life.

I was working one evening, in December, when it rained.

Yes, in Minnesota.

Then it snowed.

The doors were frozen shut.

We had 2 choices: stay overnight in the office, or get the door open and stay at a hotel.

We chose the hotel.

6 of us braved the blizzard, walked to the hotel, anticipating a nice dinner and drinks.

The hotel had closed the restaurant and bar.

And the worst part?

We had to get up early, to go back into work.

No workie, no hotel.

Don’t you love stories from the glory days?

I hope everyone is safe, healthy and if you have a dog that won’t go out, well, good luck.


Wolf

No outdoor dining tonight

“Silent Snow, Secret Snow” is Conrad Aiken’s best-known short story, often included in anthologies of classic American horror and fantasy short fiction. It appeared in The Collected Stories of Conrad Aiken in 1934, and since then has been widely anthologized.

I loved that story.

Believe me, there is nothing silent nor secret about the impending storm around these here parts.

Oh well, no one can go anywhere, anyway.

It surely has been a crazy year.(and don’t call me Shirley).

I hear the virus has mutated.

Just when we got the vaccine.

Now some health care workers are experiencing severe reactions to the vaccine.

Continuing on:

Trump says Fox News is dead to him.

What the heck will Hannity and Lou Dobbs do now?

Ready for some good news?

I made it to the liquor store at 9am today.

Reminded me of when I worked at a warehouse:

Inventory: FIFO. First in, first out.

Is it wine o’clock yet?

Tonight, Vertigo and Marnie are on TV.

Hitchcock movies.

And I signed up for mail delivery for my prescriptions.

Too bad I won’t be able to get to the mail box any time soon.

Be safe, stay healthy, and if you want to remain sane, don’t watch the news.

Xooxoxoxoxo


Wolf

you are what you eat

The day before the storm:

Grocery shopping.

Surprise!

It was packed with people buying more food than I could eat in a month.

Hmmm. Seems to me that the economy in NE Pennsylvania is alive and well.

I had a list: Cookies, pie, whipped cream, hot fudge sundaes, cheese and crackers, and pepperoni.

I feel half sick, eating those #%#% cookies.

The checkout lines were ridiculous.

I love it when people stand in one line, and then have an epiphany: Oh, I must have picked the wrong line.

Guess what?

They were making moves like they were playing a chess game.

More like Russian roulette.

The grass is not always greener on the other side.

I was going to stop at the liquor store, but people were lined up outside.

It made the grocery store lines look like a walk in the park.

Anyway, while the PA folks are making French toast tomorrow, I will be dining on pumpkin pie and whipped cream.

As the saying goes, “life is short. Eat dessert first.”

There is a Humphrey Bogart marathon on TV tonight.

I don’t really care for Bogie.

I have a feeling he was short.

Short guys give me the willies.

If you are in the path of the Nor Easter, be safe, stay healthy, and consider having pie for breakfast.

Wolf

Fool in the rain

Into each life, a little rain will fall.

How about 4 or 5 inches in a few hours?

Strangely enough, I was home this time. I have been soaked, half in the bag, 3 times in the past 2 weeks; Those crazy fire balls!

For 2 days, now, I have been hydrating. Some call it detoxing. Acting semi normal, reading, watching movies and actually doing a few things on my to do list. What do I think of that? Well, it sucks.

However, the humidity is off the charts with no end in sight, which does not lend itself to outside dining, or to anything else outside.

The pandemic news? Out of control. I wonder if the rain destroys the droplets that are hanging in the atmosphere. I need to get Covid glasses, that will let me see the disease hanging in the air. Then I will light my hand sanitizer and blow up those “embers”. I heard the damn virus can enter the body through the eyes. I wonder what a mask that covers the mouth, nose and eyes looks like. I give up.

On this rainy day, one question: And I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll stop the rain?

Be safe!

Choose to be happy!!

Wolf

Bingo!

I get a kick out of watching bingo players: they set up their stations with good luck charms, sit in the same spot every week, get upset when someone gets a bingo before they do, and as soon as the game is over, they have to tell everyone that they only had one number left. The real experts play several boards at once, and still have time to watch your board when you sit next to them. Just what is it that brings me to mention bingo? There are 75 balls in a standard bingo game. Yes, you guessed it. We are celebrating 75 days of incarceration due to the elusive Covid 19.

Since I am afraid of severe storms, it was time to bring snacks and beer to Sissy’s, to spend the afternoon. I do not like being alone in a storm. Ray and Chris joined us for a short time, until the winds started to pick up and the sky turned dark. We girls (and George, the dog), brought our beverages into the garage, left the door open and watched the storm blow over. We listened to music, drank a few more beers, while mother nature cooled her jets.

Meanwhile, the world continued on its dark journey, battling the virus, floods and racism. The grim reaper stood in the corner chalking up the deaths on every level. Madness is alive and thriving, while we desperately search for answers and leadership.

On this weekend, as the country slowly begins its recovery, keep hope alive. Remember that storm yesterday? When it passed, a rainbow appeared in the sky. A spiritual sign, perhaps, for us to begin healing and living again.

Wolf