Don't think for a second that I have nothing to say about the current status of the United States. I'm too pissed off and afraid to say anything yet. Let me just say that my own security and living expenses are being held for hostage and yes I'm afraid.
Wednesday, February 12, 2025
***shivers***❄️❄️❄️
I've busted my tail and prayed over my car battery for the last 48 hours preparing for the potential ice storm predicted for tonight. I've lived through them before. The storms from my childhood were almost magical with the woods shimmering with ice, they looked like a fairy tale. As an adult, who once was a homeowner and still drives a car, they've been replaced with nightmare visions of nature's unsympathetic destruction.
Picture a quiet night in the mid 1990's. Sitting around the table when the electric cut off and everything became too quiet. Then the destruction began. A cracking sound followed by a solid Boom. A tree just snapped off from the top. My husband went outside to investigate, not wise at all, and ran back in as more trees rained down amid the ice assault.
The next day the temperature remained zero and single digits. It looked as though a tornado had struck our community. Trees crushed cars, laid over the roads, had crashed through windows and roofs. Unlike a tornado, none were spared. Cars off the roads in medians and ditches.
So no matter that I no longer am a homeowner or married, the memory of ice storms is still tapping on my brain, reminding me of that particular time. My racing around the past two days was in preparation for tonight. No driving until it melts. Enough supplies to cover my needs. No one, who is intelligent, should be out there driving right now, and yet I keep hearing the constant blaring of sirens meaning that they didn't think.
Just sitting and wishing that this little box I live in had a fireplace. Or at least something to cuddle up with, preferably something with fur, whiskers and a tail.
Stay safe.
Kel
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