You’ve heard the saying, I’m sure; “Things could be worse.”, and experienced the results of the optimism: “Sure enough, they got worse.”
All that good weather gave way to rain; the rain to cold winds; the winds to moderate sleet; the sleet lead to power outages.
Pity the hero sod that got the power back for us. I had to resort to putting on long johns and two sweat shirts. The sleet continues, even in the face of sun rise. It’s amazing how far one can see at night, without lights anywhere.
Speaking of worse things:
The Kansas Department of Corrections has identified a man who died at the El Dorado Correctional Facility as Ross Preston Lane, 32, who was serving a life sentence without the possibility of parole for the murder of Topeka police Cpl. Jason Harwood.
The Christmas celebrations normal for the village were cut very short this year. Everyone seemed to sense the impending weather and made an obligatory hug, kiss, gift exchange, and in a few cases, had the meal, then it was off to home, wherever that maybe.
Of course, the weather came a day late, and for my village, easy on us. It isn’t over, by any means. It is suppose to drag on a couple more days and then we’ll return to normal winter.
Terrible thing, sitting still waiting to be hit. Even worse, probably is knowig you’re going to get hit and watching it come.
My plan for the next few days is to hunker down and think of all the outside work I will have to do, sometime in the future, but not right now, and, if I think long enough, might not have to do in the future – depending on whether I can find an excuse not to do it while waiting for good weather to do it.
Got all that?
From the reaches,