Have the poles reversed? Are we moving away from the sun? So many places in the country are battling snow and ice, sleet and hail -- Indianapolis had all that this week, and we are now a city of ice. The streets, walks, alleys, every surface in my neighborhood are skating rinks, perfectly smooth, thick sheets of ice. There are a few footprints on the yards, but they don't break through the surface. My sister's neighbor has been working on his driveway with a big sledgehammer. After 3 hours, he was about 1/3 way done and probably half dead. To get into my house, you have to climb steps up a hill in front, or come up a small hill to the back alley. In other words, I can't get out. Oh, I suppose I could get out -- but I couldn't get back in.
**Home Sweet Home**
My sons were able to get to the grocery for me -- I was running out of the essentials. No, not milk and bread. Coffee and cigarettes. They love their mother and would like to see her keep her sanity. They didn't have too much trouble -- they are young and strong.
Losing power wasn't very inconvenient. It was a balmy 2 degrees above 0, and I think my living room looks very chic this way.
So what does a lady do in a situation like this? Watch movies, of course (well, at least after the power came back on). I picked out cold movies, Dr. Zhivago, Ice Station Zebra, The Shining -- and a favorite cold classic TV series, Sgt. Preston of the Yukon. Maybe others would pick warm movies to fight the climate, but I'm afraid any Beach Blanket movies would make me cry and pull all four comforters over my head.
There are advantages to being iced in, though. Dear old Maxine says it best:
Punksitawny Phil did not see his shadow on Groundhog Day -- could the big thaw be in sight? I hope so!