Extended Forecast

I just heard from a friend who lives north of here—up near the New Hampshire border.

“This snow really has me discombobulated. We are buried. This is probably 2 feet more snow than I've ever seen before. Definitely in the two fuck-ton category.

A lot of shoveling then cocooning during the storms. I just feel I haven't been able to get anything accomplished. I start something and there are a million interruptions.”

This really resonates with me big time. Storm upon storm dumping even more on top of the already skyscrapering mountains of the stuff, leaves me feeling a bit dazed and overwhelmed.

It’s significantly more difficult to get errands done now. Of course.
First, I’ve got to time things such that I’m not out and about during a blizzard (or potential blizzard).
Next, I need to wait until the plows have come through lest me and Bix go all wobbly wheeled and get stuck in some behemoth snowbank. Sadly, the plows are unable to keep up. The wind, following tight behind the trucks, mockingly blows drifts into the freshly cleared roads. Rotten bastid!
Third, is my destination even open? The Amazing Bob and I need to have refills done on some of our meds. He called our usual pharmacy only to hear that they’re shut indefinitely—the flat roof collapsed from the weight of the snow.

Leaving the house is a major undertaking and staying home all the time just isn't possible or desirable. Even while in the my safe lair, I feel muzzy brained. I don't think Jack needed the ghosts to drive him mad—the snow was enough.

I need a way to snap out of my befuddlement. I’ve just got to regain focus and get creative about the snowbound challenges.

A start—I ordered the paints I need to continue the koi pond painting that's happening on the walls of the upstairs hallway and stairs. They've arrived. I’ll mix up some medicine and get back to splashing some color around.

Painting always helps. I feel energized and optimistic after a good session with the pigments.

I also tracked down an extended forecast. Accuweather is giving me hope. Hope that this will all be over and fodder for epic poems sometime soon.

It doesn’t look like we’re due for any more big ass storms AND, after this week, we’ll emerge from Frozen-ville. The Great Thaw will begin! March is gonna put us in one hell of a giant ass, muddy mess.

Yes, we’ll be able to get outside again but EWWWWWWW, it’s gonna be soggy, sloppy and slippery. I can see that those blessed Yaktrax will be on my feet until May. TAB and I will also hit Sears today to see if they stock Wellies. I’d like a paisley print pair, thanks.

Hope—gotta have it.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -