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| Saturday night ice accumulating on the paved surfaces |
The weather reports for the weekend were all pretty dire, and some places did
get hit hard with snow, ice, and wind. What we got was mostly sleet and light
snow, which, now that it's over with, has formed a dangerously hard and
slippery sheet of ice. At this point, at least, most of the roads are clear
enough to travel. Our driveway, however, is a different story. At least an
inch of ice has rendered it completely unusable. Last night, I managed to get
the trash can down to the street so the trash would get picked up this
morning. This morning, though, I
could not get the can back up the driveway. Every time I set
foot on the ice, I'd slide down the incline back toward the street.
Fortunately, I'd thought to bring my hiking stick with a sharp tip, so using
it, I was finally able to get over the worst of the hump and back to the
house. I'd actually feared for a bit there that I literally couldn't make it
up the sheet of ice.
Happily, Brugger made it safely home this afternoon from her (extra-long)
weekend retreat in Asheville, NC. She didn't encounter any problems on the
road until she arrived in town—and at our driveway. She managed to get the car
just a few feet in, enough so that it's not hanging out on the street. I wouldn't
go leaning on it, though, else it might go sliding.
During Ms. B.'s absence, the cats and I managed pretty well. I got in a lot of
writing, a few movies, some strenuous exercise, and an argument on Facebook
that prompted me to boot someone of my acquaintance from our Greensboro days.
This was a person I'd known in the flesh for several years, and despite the
fact she's a pretty hardcore conservative, we generally managed to get along.
However, on more than one occasion, I would put considerable thought into a
diplomatic and 100% factual response to some of her blathering, but then
things would go south from there. So, yesterday, after just such a post of
mine, she goes and puts up one of the most blatantly false articles in
existence about the "lies of the left" regarding the killings of Renee Good
and Alex Pritti. I confess I really lost my temper in a PM to her, and
I'm not proud of that; however, after the horrific events of the past couple
of weeks, and the worse-than-egregious lies from the "administration" (i.e.,
these people were domestic terrorists and intended to harm agents involved in
an official operation), I am over and done with those blatant lies and those
who either swallow or propagate them. At the end of the day, I am better off
without her half-brained "reasoning" to rile me, and she's better off without
having to suffer my temper.
C'est la vie.
Anyway, I am intensely thankful that the big storm wasn't the nightmare it
originally portended. More than anything, though, I am glad that Ms. B. is back home. Hopefully, tomorrow, some of that ice will start
melting.
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| Sunday morning white stuff — a wee soupçon |
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| A sneaky mountain lion looking to steal my breakfast |