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Observations from the Frozen Tundra

We are not frozen yet, but we got a bite of Jack Frost the other day. You know the days are getting colder when you observe the person waiting for a bus that has a parka on, back to the wind and gloved hands. Confusion could result because walking past him is the high school student in shorts, flip-flops, and a T-shirt. Never judge the weather by what young people wear. They have all of those raging hormones keeping them warm.

 It felt really cold. How cold was it Oh Great One?

 It was cold enough to end the invasion of mosquitos. The biggest downside to this was that nobody had anything to complain about until they realized it was cold.

 It was so cold I had to pull on a jacket when I took the dog out for her tour of the yard. She didn't need to put on her coat of course. Lucy makes me so mad. She never flushes, puts the lid down, or washes her paws.

 It felt so cold that the day we took the air conditioner out of our bedroom window, Maria put the electric blanket on the bed. We didn't plug it in but...

 Johnny Carson always said to stop at three.

 I'm not looking forward to today's 'Wildcard" game for the National league playoff's. My Cubs are in it and things are...well let's just say questionable. I'm going to be a good sport here. Good luck to the Milwaukee Brewers who turned a rebuilding year into a championship. I will be pulling for them unless they meet the Cubs again.

 Moving day is this week. It's time to move the cable service, change the address, look over the bus routes and let everyone know. After doing this so many times you'd think it would be easy. Not so. Moving is a series of unavoidable questions. 

 "Should I move that heavy box upstairs to the truck or just burn the damn thing in the basement?" The answer often rests on, even though you moved this box four times in five years, do you even know what's in it.

 What is the assigned destination for the box or tote? Is it upstairs in the bedroom area, down in the default storage area of the basement or out in the garage? 

  • If it's in the bedroom area, you know what's in the box and it's valuable. 
  • If it's in the basement you don't have a clue what's in the box but it's heavy so it might be valuable. 
  • If it's not a rake, a shovel or a bag of Weed n Feed, it's going to the garage because that is close to the garbage can.
There are other such questions. They can make the process into a potential family fight no one will forget. or that reason alone, be careful when you wishfully think about moving

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