During the past week or so the news has ridiculed various southern states for lack of action sticking thousands on the Highways in snow and ice. The weathermen and women have warned and pointed out in detail what is, what may be, what seems to be and what the effects of the pointing is pointing out.
I’ve taken it all in and didn’t enjoy the Super Bowl. The storm before the snow, that was.
Still, this morning I rose, checked mail – and found the village clerk has been stealing. That was a mild sadness. Then started my normal round of monthly bill paying.
And the monthly grocery shopping.
And the store in the regional grocers was awash in customers. In all the county, for which the regional grocer has sway, there are only about three thousand people and four hundred of them were in the grocery store.
The place was a mess, orderly, but still a mess.
Why, ask I, are all these people here.
Because, answered the bag boy, manager, the news mentioned snow, and storms and bad weather.
I need, said I, dog food and bread.
Yes, Sir, said he, you now have your desires. Have a good storm and after affects.
I also got three cans of tobacco – who knows how long I’ll be tied up watching snow fall and wishing for more.
My well is only thirty feet deep and it has been rather a dry winter.
From the reaches,