And, here we go again. Because, you know, the twenty inches that we got in December, followed by the two other snow storms that we just got, clearly wasn't enough. Nope, we're always out to outdo ourselves. Bigger and better is the name of the game here in the nation's capitol. This time we closed the Federal Government, declared states of emergency, kept all the kids home from school, and canceled all the flights, and that was before it started snowing....and snowing...and snowing....
When all is said and done we could have almost thirty inches, making total snowfall so far this winter close to sixty inches, and winter's not even done yet. If only that damn groundhog hadn't seen his shadow.
The grocery stores look like a tornado has hit them. Not a single banana left on the shelf. No pasta. No franks and beans. The only thing worse than standing in lines, I imagine, is being the checker behind the counter ringing the carts. You're stalked in the parking lot for coveted parking spaces and shopping carts.
Home Depot sold out of shovels on Thursday (we checked).
Business closed at noon, which just moved rush hour up by five hours. No seats on the metro, no calm on the streets. And, everyone is just waiting, waiting, waiting, for more snow since we've seen since 1922 (or so the news says).
So, I'm sure we'll wake up tomorrow, hopefully with electricity in tact, to the blinding silence of a city blanketed in white. We'll enjoy it for a few hours. We might build a snow man, snap a few photos, catch a few flakes on our tongues. Then it will sink in...
Now we have to dig out.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
when all else fails, just blog about the cat.
not feeling particularly blog inspired lately, but I do know some of you out there who did always enjoy the Oliver anecdotes, so here you go :)
Every morning Oliver wakes up, meanders out to the living room, eats, uses his box, and settles down in the same spot on the floor to stare up at the wall, as you can see evidence of in the photo to the left. What on earth is so intriguing about the wall? Well, I wondered the same thing the first time I noticed him doing this and thus found myself staring at both the cat and the wall...for half an hour. He just sat there, waiting. For, as it turns out...the sun. Yep, the cat stares at the wall, every morning, and waits patiently for sun to make it's way down to him. It's quite cute actually, especially when you consider that the poor thing hasn't yet figured out that he could have already been blissfully basking in the light if only he jumped up on the couch. Again, never claimed he was the smartest, but he sure is good for a laugh.
And, right now as I type this, Oliver has decided to express his objections to my giving of attention to my computer, and not him. I had actually mistyped the previous sentence three different times because of the fact that I am now reaching around and over a cat that has settled right on top of my chest as I lay here on the couch, and is proceeding to lick my face. Oh, and did I mention that when he jumped up here he brought his ball of yarn with him. Again, not the smartest, but he sure does know how to get what he wants. And with that, I'm off to go play fetch with my cat...errr, i mean dog...oh no wait, he really is a cat...i think.
Every morning Oliver wakes up, meanders out to the living room, eats, uses his box, and settles down in the same spot on the floor to stare up at the wall, as you can see evidence of in the photo to the left. What on earth is so intriguing about the wall? Well, I wondered the same thing the first time I noticed him doing this and thus found myself staring at both the cat and the wall...for half an hour. He just sat there, waiting. For, as it turns out...the sun. Yep, the cat stares at the wall, every morning, and waits patiently for sun to make it's way down to him. It's quite cute actually, especially when you consider that the poor thing hasn't yet figured out that he could have already been blissfully basking in the light if only he jumped up on the couch. Again, never claimed he was the smartest, but he sure is good for a laugh.
And, right now as I type this, Oliver has decided to express his objections to my giving of attention to my computer, and not him. I had actually mistyped the previous sentence three different times because of the fact that I am now reaching around and over a cat that has settled right on top of my chest as I lay here on the couch, and is proceeding to lick my face. Oh, and did I mention that when he jumped up here he brought his ball of yarn with him. Again, not the smartest, but he sure does know how to get what he wants. And with that, I'm off to go play fetch with my cat...errr, i mean dog...oh no wait, he really is a cat...i think.
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