Sunday, November 01, 2009
I Am Not Ready For This
Now that I have reset all my clocks and the darkness takes over earlier than I would like it to, I also have to think about this crap coming to visit over the next five months.
Light snow like this isn't so bad, I can deal with this:
Heavier snow like this I'm still not too sure about:
It's when things like this happen that really irritate me. This happens every year, guaranteed. It is caused by our wonderful snowplow people employed by the state because this is a state road. And every year we have to call them to come out and fix our yard. Our yard keeps getting shorter every year; next thing you know it will be up to our porch.
So, yeah, I am not ready for no stinkin' snow. Just the thought of it makes me ill. I don't know why either because I don't have to go out in it or get rid of it. I could contradict myself here and say that once it starts falling it's not so bad, but I guess I really don't like the dampness that comes with it. And those days when the wind is howling makes me want to pack up and leave for warmer climes. But that will never happen. I'm not destined to move away from my safe haven. This is my home and it has been for the past 23 years. I can't see myself living anywhere else.
Well, that's just the biggest lie I ever told. Of course I can see myself living elsewhere. Just not in this country. There is a little country calling my name pretty much on a weekly basis. Maybe more than that. But I will never answer the call. Now if someone came to me and said they had a house waiting for me in that particular country and that everything that needed to be done here was all wrapped up in a tidy little bow, then I would ask when does the plane leave? And I would join my husband and three cats and be on my way lickety split.
Hmmmmmm...did I just hear someone ask what country? Thought so. That would be Scotland. There are a lot of other countries I would probably have no problem living in, but my ancestors on my mother's side seem to be calling me.
