I’ve always wondered about that saying, “Let it snow”. What are the alternatives?
The weather gawds say that we may be seeing our first snow of the season on Friday, and up to five inches of the stuff. The NWS says that there is still uncertainty on the track and severity of the storm. Time will tell.
Our growing season is over anyway, with our season ending hard freeze having come last week, so it’s of no real importance to me whether it snows or not. I got all of the produce in, and several hours later the plants turned black, so I’m done with summer. I might have got enough cayenne chiles from our dozen plants to make a quart of sauce, so I’m happy enough. I’ll be mowing the lawns at least once more, and maybe a few more times before it stays cold enough to turn the grass off for the season. I should have reseeded, but the work got out of control and took up the time for it, then it was too late. Oh well.
I feel like an idiot having grass and no livestock to eat it anyway. On the other hand, there’s nothing else I would want that I could plant without also putting a seven foot fence all around the place to keep the deer from eating it. While that’s perfectly doable when you’ve got acreage, it’s kinda not when you’re on a town lot. Around the garden is one thing, but around the whole property? Nah.
I wasn’t born, apparently, to be middle class. I need a big ole pile of cash just lying around with which I can buy acreage. Preferably enough to get a few thousand acres, just enough to keep the neighbors at a respectable distance. I like for my neighbors to be out of sight and mind until I invite ’em over, or I’m invited to their place. The rest of the time I don’t want to see their lives or hear their noises. So what am I doing living in town? That’s easy: Paying the price for having sympathy for my elderly, disabled parents. This is what I get for not abandoning the old fucks long before I did.
On the up side, I haven’t heard anything from or about those old bastards in four years, seven months, six days, and about four hours. Not that I’m counting… When we were planning our escape from their hell I wrote a quick bit of software to keep my motivation and spirits up by showing the countdown to our departure. It still works, but the numbers aren’t negative any more. They’ll keep right on going up, too. Yay. 🙂
Let it snow!