And Now For Something Completely Different

While we Valhallans are here in the snow packed wilds of suburban Boston, Hillel and his lovely wife are visiting friends in Bangkok. Yep, Thailand where it’s currently a “cool” 85º. Cool as compared to March – June, which is considered the hot season. 

While 85º is too damn toasty for me (I wilt in temps above 78. Hey, what do you expect? I’m a New Englander!) I can’t say I’m overly fond of our current -5º with two feet of snow on the ground.

The 10 day forecast for Bangkok is for sunny weather with daytime temps in the low 90s. YIKES! I’d be an immobile puddle of stinky sweat. 10 day forecast for the Boston area? Daytime temps in the teens to mid 20s, clouds and sun with another snowstorm due at the weekend. Eh. Whatevs. It’s winter and, luckily, I don’t need to go outside until this next Monday.

Ten, Jen, and Oni did all the shoveling which was quite the epic task this time around. Apparently, for some unknown reason, the city hired out-of-towners to plow the very skinny streets of our neighborhood. Instead of depositing all the collected snow on the long, wide grassy area along the seawall, the snowplows just pushed the snow to the side and into people’s driveways. The result? Everyone was blocked in and the barely two lane roads were down to one.

 Someone called our newly elected councilman, who we Vahallans voted for. He came out, walked the streets and had a look see. Plows were sent in again. Yea!

Okay, maybe Hillel could bring home some of that Thai heat. Ya know, just enough to melt the snow and ice off the sidewalks and streets. It can stay on the yards, in the forests, on the beaches and mountains and shit. I bet it's real pretty on the shoreline right now.

Now then, I’m taking a mental health day. No news. No doomscrolling. No fussing about. I’m gonna dive into my new book, Kills Well with Others by Deanna Raybourn and probably, just generally, annoy the fuck out of Cake and Ten all day. Hey, everybody’s gotta have a talent and, apparently, that’s mine.

I’m gonna assume that someone will give me a heads up if the powers that fuel the universe join together, come down to this little planet and take out this administration full of malevolently barbaric, greedheaded, power-mad idiots.

An old babe can dream and hope…ya know.