Munchie & I have not stepped outdoors yet. We’re still tending the plants & chowing down on leftover pizza. It’s official. This is the second coldest day in northern Illinois in weather history. (I guess the weatherguys have been keeping track since 1870.) Right now, it’s almost noon, & it’s -24F (-31C). That’s not counting … Continue reading Still Indoors Tending Plants
Munchie is bored stiff. The temperature outside is 0F (-18C) with a sometimes windchill of -50F (-45C) so there’s no going outside for her today. She’s trained to use ‘training pads’ indoors, so that’s what she does on days like this. She gets disgruntled & doesn’t like it. Being a dominant diva type, she feels … Continue reading A Few Updates to Pass the Time
When the Postmaster speaks, sometimes it’s not a bad idea to listen. Our town has an ordinance that says no parking on town streets if there’s going to be a snow storm. Unfortunately, there are a good many apartments in town with little to no available parking except for street parking. So I suppose it’s … Continue reading When the Postmaster Speaks
I generally don’t use public bathrooms. Unless I really have to. I’m just kind of OCD that way. But the other day, for the first time, I used the bathroom in the laundromat. Shock City. I never imagined that a laundromat would have a fancy bathroom for the ladies. (I have no idea what the … Continue reading Fancy Fancy
Bob. (Post Office, DeKalb, Illinois) “If, somewhere, any possible world can exist, then somewhere there is any letter that could possibly be written. Somewhere, all those checks really were in the mail.” ― Terry Pratchett, ‘Going Postal’ Continue reading What do you call Bob the Mailman after he gets fired?
(Sansevieria senegambica) (Sansevieria senegambica, 2 of the triplet flower stalks) (Sansevieria senegambica, the 3rd flower stalk) (See those little dots of sap on & at the bases of the flowers? That stuff is so sticky, the military should consider developing a glue out of it.) I’m a Momma-to-Be of Triplets! New Year’s Day, I walked … Continue reading Triplets
(North of Cortland, South of Sycamore) Either: They ran out of red paint; They’re afraid of heights; They decided to start with the bottom because it was easier; The painter conveniently (for them) decided to misplace the ladder; All of the above. “It’s always too soon to quit!” ― Norman Vincent Peale “Rivers know this: … Continue reading Giving Up?